i ve fallen out of style i put it all down put it all down but in a moment i would carry you around we might need everything but we ll do it our way do it our way and we ll find what s left in us to celebrate and i must admit the boy inside is me he s sad to find long at last it s not as bad as he had dreamed about he s standing proud for all the world to see he s let it go let it out i ve fallen out of touch is it turning out well turning out well and would i know it is without a way to tell all of our troubles but i don t wanna go home don t wanna go home hate to see that little man alone is the joy we found a trap i ll tear apart my past is the joy we found a trap where others fell 