On the outside, always looking inWill I ever be more than I've always been?'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glassWaving through a windowI try to speak, but nobody can hearSo I wait around for an answer to appearWhile I'm watch, watch, watching people passWaving through a window, ohCan anybody see, is anybody waving back at me?Is anybody waving?
Waving, waving, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh

No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better thanThese broken partsPretend I'm something other thanThis mess that I am'Cause then I don't have to look at itAnd no one gets to look at itNo, no one can really see'Cause I've learned to slam on the brakeBefore I even turn the keyBefore I make the mistakeBefore I lead with the worst of meI never let them see the worst of me