Ask how I am most anytime
I'll tell you that I'm doing fine
Whether or not that is the truth
That is what I always do
All my walls crumbling down
Shaky feet on rocky ground
Death knocking hard at my door
My day is fine, how is yours
Feet in the fire, heart on ice
Struggling just to get by
To tell the truth forget the facts
Doing fine now that you ask
What do I hope when asked by those
And do they really want to know
Don't they answer much the same
When they're asked how they are doing
Whether fried, boiled, broiled, or baked
I try not to give too much away
If you don't dive in too deep
I am fine if you ask me