There's a sign on my door   Says I'm not here anymore   'Cause I've been missing for so long   I can't remember where I've gone      I wish to hell that I could cry   I'd feel better      Count me in, I'm one of the low millions   Like her, like him   Just one of the low millions      I'm disconnected to myself   There isn't anybody else   That I can point to who I know   Who isn't being torn by the undertow      I wish to hell that I could cry   I'll feel better      Count me in, I'm one of the low millions   Like her, like him   Just one of the low millions      I'm an alien in my own skin   I'm fishing where the ice is thin   I'm holding it all up with safety pins   I'm sitting on nitroglycerin      I wish to hell that I could cry   I'd feel better      Count me in, I'm one of the low millions   Like her, like him   Just one of the low millions      I'm an alien in my own skin   I'm fishing where the ice is thin   I'm holding it all up with safety pins   I'm sitting on nitroglycerin      And I, I'm one of the low millions   And I, I'm one of the low millions      Lookin' down   Lookin' down   Lookin' down   Lookin' down