Who Do I Think I Am

The fish don't care 'bout where they swim, do they?
But the water's getting warmer
And the tensions ever-rising like a flag
And the tears in the bag, but the man don't know you
And the man is both boring and ageing
With your sense of self both gnawing and raging, and shifting and unkind
Adolescence is both out of sight, out of mind

Ooh, they found you
To wrap their arms around you
And call you by your name
Oh, we must all move on from our ways
But who do I think that I am these days?
Oh-oh-oh, they found you
And wrap their arms around you
And call you by your name
Oh, we all must move on from our ways
But who do I think that I am these days?

And the boys don't care about how they dress, do they?
Or is that what they're presenting?
'Cause relenting to be seen as a trier is pretty dire
And resenting all that you acquire
Is exactly what is wanted of you
No more keeping up appearances
For fear of what they call you
All you ever wanted was an answer to your calling
But no one needs to hear you when you're falling

Ooh, they found you
To wrap their arms around you
And call you by your name
Oh, we must all move on from our ways
But who do I think that I am these days?
Ooh, at last, they found you
To wrap their arms around you
And call you by your name
Oh, we all must move on from our ways
But who do I think that I am these days?

Ooh, they found you
To wrap their arms around you
And call you by your name
Oh, we must all move on from our ways
But who do I think that I am these days?
Oh-oh-oh, they found you
To wrap their arms around you
And call you by your name
Oh, we must all move from our ways
But who do I think that I am these days?