When I was young I was so certain I thought that I would find my person Still I am young, or so they tell me All of the time and the world's here to help me Rotten eyes can see The potato skin looks after me And with his back turned to God, hung up his son So I'll might have to ruin my life to make it home Place off your boots Right where you left off Don't get too cute They're watching you sail off Out past the rocks That chose to be better It's worth for forever Rotten eyes can't see The potato skin keeps watch of me And with his back turned to God, hung up his son So I might have to ruin my life to make it mine I might have to ruin I might have to ruin I might have to ruin my I might have to ruin my I might have to ruin my I might have to ruin my (I might have to) I might have to ruin my I was picked first on the losing team I was everything but in-between I'm the star man of my sinking dream I'm the front man from behind the scenes To be picked last on the winnin' team Mining gold for a given dream To belong in the scenery The background will set me free What have you done? What have you done? What have you done? What have you done? (What am I) What have you done? (What am I) (What am I) What have you done? (What am I) (What am I) What have you done? (What am I) (What am I) What have you done? (What am I) What have you done? (What am I) (What am I) What have you done? (What am I) (What am I) What have you done? When I was young I was so certain