I wasn’t raised in your stratosphere
and somehow you know
there are days when I just don’t fit here
and it’s so far from my home

I wasn’t waiting for forgiveness,
but I’ll take it just the same,
I wasn’t searching for a helping hand,
but if you can ease my pain,

I could use it now.

I wasn’t raised in your stratosphere-
think I’m from somewhere else
where the loneliness, the angst and the fear
grew around me like a cell.

still I don’t deserve forgiveness,
though I don’t mind sympathy,
and I can’t afford this love of yours,
but I’ll take it if it’s free-

‘cause I could use it now-
-with my faith failing;
swallowed by the doubt
‘til I can’t breathe;
and when I’m going down,
with my arms flailing,
is when you come around
and rescue me.