Fine

What it means to make you smile
He can dress up for a while
Finding time
To shape your life

Will he make it back alive
Does it matter when you're fine?
Shaking hands
Is all he's planned

Houston, and me
There's a little white sound to find
We'll go and see all the people we have left behind

He will stop you when you fight
But he can't stop you in the night
Pushing through, to get to one of you

He will sing a song and pry your life
He will do his best to make you cry
He will never sleep or waste his time
It's all because he knows his life is fine

Houston, and me
There's a little white sound to find
We'll go and see all the people we have left behind