I'm broke but I'm happy.
I'm poor but I'm kind.
I'm short but I'm healthy.
I'm high but I'm grounded.
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed.
I'm lost but I'm hopeful,
baby.
And what it all comes down to
is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine.
I've got one hand in my pocket
and the other one's giving a high five.
I feel drunk but I'm sober.
I'm young and I'm underpaid.
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah.
I care but I'm restless.
I'm here but I'm really gone.
I'm wrong and I'm sorry,
baby.
And what it all comes down to
is that everything's gonna be quite alright.
And what it all comes down to
is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet.
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
and the other one's giving a peace sign.
I'm free but I'm focused.
I'm green but I'm wise.
I'm hard but I'm friendly,
baby.
I'm sad but I'm laughing.
I'm brave but I'm chicken *.
I'm sick but I'm pretty,
baby.
And what it all boils down to
is that no one's really got it figured out just yet.
But I've got one hand in my pocket and
the other one is playing at the end.
And everything is just fine, fine,
fine.
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
and the other one is telling a taxi cab.