I've found the place that I belong.

Looking back I looked so strong,

I really tried to be myself.

But it always seemed to end on a shelf

Maybe I should have tried a little harder?

Would it have held my attention longer?

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Wish, wish, wish.

Fishing for love,

in a cold glass dish.

Why did I do it?

What would it prove?

That love conqures all?

And what would that do?

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Wish, wish, wish.

Fishing for acceptance

in a cold glass dish.

Sometimes you think you've found it,

You really think it's true,

and then you find all the things,

that really make you.

Maybe, Maybe, Maybe,

Wish, Wish, Wish.

Fishing for myself

in a cold glass dish.

Maybe the dish is the world.

Maybe the dish is yourself.

Maybe your dish

is waiting to be found.