Where am I if I’m not standing,
There’s a play I want to be in,
I wish I didn’t shake and cry,
Every time I try to fight back.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

I hurt the morals I stand for,
No I won't lower the bar I set,
There’s a pale morning light but,
I still haven’t understood where my hands lay.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

Worked so hard to find my peaceful twilight hour,
At some point I’ll pull a golden curtain's rope,
Something that never comes without a fine,
I will not keep my pride for your sake,
I know not all that I say is right
There’s a stage and a song that calls,
I’m going on, entering from stage right,
Tripping over my ankles but that’s in the script.
Upon the stage I see there’s a telephone,
I answer to find my stage directions,
Follow until the prologue completes,
I won’t need directions for Chapter 1.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.