I used to think that society Wasn't made for me It was too late for me But it wasn't Nah, nah I used to think that it was all for joy And happiness And it works like this But it doesn't Nah, nah But the pieces And parts They click and go together Like works of art With your ways And mine Blending all the colors And it works out Fine, fine, fine, fine I used to think that this place was hopeless And helpless And Hell But it wasn't Nah, nah Oh, I wish everything was obvious And it made sense to us But it doesn't Nah, nah But the pieces And parts They click and go together Like works of art And your ways And mine Blending all the colors And it works out Fine, fine, fine, fine Yeah fine, fine, fine, fine Yeah, and it works out Like the clouds and the rain It just works out I take the pleasure, I hate the pain It just works out Like a struggle for peace And it works out Like the sunlight and the trees The pieces And parts They click and go together Like works of art With your ways And mine Blending all the colors And it works out Fine, fine, fine, fine Yeah fine, fine, fine, fine Yeah and it works out And it works out And it works out fine Yeah and it works out And it works out And it works out fine Yeah, fine.