Tired and uninspired

I shouldn't be hard to find...
I'll be the one with my big mouth moving
my big words, saying nothing.
I hope you know
it's not my father's fault I'm such a bore,
and so afraid of everything.
I'm keeping inside living in my mind
hoping that the telephone don't ring
with, "It's all right... pain is universal, baby"
and worrying about what I'm going to sing.
I'm staying in, and saving up my energy.
I know my day is coming.
And when I find it, I will rewind it
(and play it over again a hundred times).
And when I hear it, I will not fear it
I will say it back again, and say, "I'm fine."
("Relief!..." "Relief!...")
"I'm fine."