My jacket has three pockets One that's on the inside It holds the keys to my life The things I'm afraid no to hide Look at me and I'll let you see Whoever you think I should be A left if you'll be high tonight The other if you believe what is right All I want is just to be your friend But my hands are tied up now I have not a hand to lend Please don't try to ask me how Why should I know? I'm running the show Chameleon, I am, constantly changing my colors When will you see the real me As time goes on I'm losing you But I'm finding myself again
Someone I'll have with me until the end I have found my long lost friend Because I knocked on the doors of the God that lives within me Now I've outgrown my jacket It could only go so far We all have a great need To open up and be loved for who we are Getting real was not for me But it's the only way I found to be free There's no need to be heart shy I'd rather breathe life than die All I want is for my pain to end So I'll let my hands loose now So I can have a hand to lend You can try to ask me how I'm sure I know - God's running my show