It was the fear of God that led me to you
And it's the fear of you that takes getting used to
I've never been one to hang my heart on a thread
But you spun me around and you loved me instead

I know I could turn to something other than you
'Cause I don't understand you and why you're after me
I've never been the saint you wanted me to turn to
And I can't see the view from the eyes you look at me through
Oh, no

But I'm alright; I'm alright
I'm alright; I'm alright
I'm alright; I'm alright
I'm alright

So cut below the surface and try hard not to notice
That I could be so foolish thinkin' I'm alright
I've got no one to hold me; I've got no one to carry
Everything inside of me that I won't let you see

Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Matt Odmark, Steve Mason, Charlie Lowell © 1999 Bridge Building Music Inc./Pogostick Music (BMI) both adm. by Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing, Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission.