There is fire
And there's light
The sense of something coming down this telephone wire
And there's wrong
And there's right
That's the closest thing to clarity tonight

There are songs I sing
That can make somebody feel like things are better than they seem
That there's time / yes there's time
Tonight

In my own defense
I don't believe that I was born this complicated

You can state some things
Waitin' till the people cheer then give them the refrain
And the band plays those blues away

In my own defense
I don't believe that I was born this complicated

There's a frame of mind
It's a surfacing you'll notice from the corner of your eye
You can see for miles
With an inner light that's guiding you home
In my own defense
I don't believe that I was born this complicated
...this complicated ...this complicated ...this complicated