I am mine, I am my own
Said the ancients years ago
Apples and pears rotten lie
The eulogy itself can write

When I heard the man was dead, I wondered
Do I have a hero that'll stay?
He said I am mine and no other's
But I never planned to live that way

Cradled hands don't hide your calls
I hear them rolling in the walls
Calling out toward the wind
Asking how to begin again

If you're strange
Then I would love to meet you
I can't go on any other way
Been on my own too long to retreat
Yeah, you're just getting too old to delay
But you say

Soon I will be new
Soon, soon
Soon I will be new
Soon

And if you're strange
Then I would love to meet you
I can't go on any other way
Been on my own too long to retreat
And you're just getting too old to delay