Trash Can Sinatras - Even the Odd

Even the odd one out is in with a shout
Weather the term and weather the storm
The clumsy climb and the elegant fall
Even the odd one out is in with a shout

That may be the story, that may be the lie
With great ease, with the pole greased
It's down your slide

Must you protest 'til you're blue in the face
(Even the odd one out)
Or blue in the blood
An ugly greed is the sole need
On a fragile high, but I can't breathe
I just can't seem to acclimatise

It's all coming back to me now
I fell to the ground and slowly came round
And you stood over me
And you told me it never will be
But don't tell me it never will be
Don't tell me it never, never will be
(Even the odd one out)

I'm out of my depth, I've come up for air
Show me how to become the life and soul of something, anything
Show me the film of when I was young
I didn't climb trees then I'm not climbing them now