I always tend to doubt What everyone seems so certain about, always Teathered to the dirt Comprised of legs and hands that hurt And crawling away I wanted to stay Ooooooh, Ooooooh Ooooooh, Ooooooh When the world bears down on me Well, I'll laugh at its audacity And be able to comprehend When the world bears down on me Well I'll laught at its audacity And be able To start again, again, again, again It doesnt' make much sense I'm older but I'm always on the fence, and I I always seem to doubt How everyone seems to have it all figured All figured out! Ooooooh, Ooooooh Ooooooh, Ooooooh