What, then, do I do to make you something? When all I take from you is my own reflection And when the day has all but forgotten me How, then, do I hold you with my blunted hands? I have made an end, take me home again And I'll leave my shoes at your door Show me another room, somewhere I can call my own And though you have built a wall around you I'm standing on the inside I'm standing on the inside I'm standing on the inside On the inside Now here I face the long-fading road again And the familiar fall of my old shadows But if I'm to show you something, anything that's true I can draw from only what I know And I'm starting on the inside I'm starting on the inside I'm starting on the inside On the inside On the inside There's not life enough Under the in-between There's not life enough Under the in-between