Who would you be if you could be me,
Just for a day?
Would you be happy?
Would you be angry?
You'd be crazy for a day.

Now I'm tired and looking for a bed to rest.
No one ever talks to me unless
They think I am depressed.
I really hate faking it, but it's what I do best.

It's no longer a mental picture,
I have set out alone.
I'm tired of the same old lecture,
So I'm never coming home.

Now here I am ready to part
With everything dear to my heart,
Except for you.
But losing you is nothing new.

Waking up and walking down,
Looking up and all around.
From here it's hard to see the ground.
That's fine 'cause I'm not homeward bound.

Night time is what I fear the most.
Every night haunted by your ghost.
But it's something that I can take.
My fear of you was never something I could fake.