I wouldn't say that I'm confused
But that my understanding's gone askew
And when I think back I think I know when
The last time I really think I held my head too high
Alright, alright, alright
Now I'm in a situation and it's new to me
I can't hear my breath beneath my gritted teeth
And I'm told to ask if I can hear my breath
Or if the feeling in my chest is really in my head. It's a fight
Alright, alright, alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
All right
I think its safe to say, that these daze
My mind's a maze and I hate clichés
But if I listen close and I can hear my breath
I'll hear Wooderson say L-I-V-I-N
Alright, Alright, Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
All right