Fine

I used to think that society
Wasn't made for me
It was too late for me
But it wasn't
Nah, nah
I used to think that it was all for joy
And happiness
And it works like this
But it doesn't
Nah, nah
But the pieces
And parts
They click and go together
Like works of art
With your ways
And mine
Blending all the colors
And it works out
Fine, fine, fine, fine
I used to think that this place was hopeless
And helpless
And Hell
But it wasn't
Nah, nah
Oh, I wish everything was obvious
And it made sense to us
But it doesn't
Nah, nah
But the pieces
And parts
They click and go together
Like works of art
And your ways
And mine
Blending all the colors
And it works out
Fine, fine, fine, fine
Yeah fine, fine, fine, fine
Yeah, and it works out
Like the clouds and the rain
It just works out
I take the pleasure, I hate the pain
It just works out
Like a struggle for peace
And it works out
Like the sunlight and the trees
The pieces
And parts
They click and go together
Like works of art
With your ways
And mine
Blending all the colors
And it works out
Fine, fine, fine, fine
Yeah fine, fine, fine, fine
Yeah and it works out
And it works out
And it works out fine
Yeah and it works out
And it works out
And it works out fine
Yeah, fine.