The Odd One Out

There she stood
With her hands on her hips
And a face like thunder

It's the hurricane season
For the fifth time around
This Year

Is there proof of what she's saying
Is there proof of what I've done
I wonder

All I could do
Is hold on to my words
And try not to show my fears

And I know that it's all in my hands
And that it's slipping now
And it seems I just can't get a grip
And this just has to be somehow

It's not that I don't love you
That I do these things
My loved one

It's just that I am afraid
That one day
I'll be the odd one out

That you don't recognize my hands
On your hips
When we wake in the morning

And that the bright blue skies
in your eyes
Will be covered in clouds

And I know that it's all in my hands
And that it's slipping now
And it seems I just can't get a grip
And this just has to be somehow

And I wonder if help is on the way
Or should I figure this out
By myself once again or would you
Let me be the odd one
Out

There she stood
with her hands on her hips
And a face like...

And I know that it's all in my hands
And that it's slipping now
And it seems I just can't get a grip
And this just has to be somehow

And I wonder if help is on the way
Or should I figure this out
By myself once again or would you
Let me be the odd one
Out