Tables turned When you're beside yourself You get lost, lost in the transition You get lost, lost in the transition You get lost, lost in the transition Of no companion. I am involved in such a curious strain (?) I need my friends, family, and security I want friends, family, and security I need friends, family, and security But I am given this nakedness. Opposed to clothed security Restless you are, I am as well Your potential, my potential Two souls needing new clothes Now we're completely clothed Completely clothed And suitably dressed, yeah, suitably dressed