Well, it's all about the boys
Playing with their macho toys
And they're making so much noise
I didn't really want to shout.

My presence felt like an [bad word] 
Causing way too much confusion.
Now I've been sent into seclusion,
I've been banished and cast out.

I'm not tryin' to place the blame,
But I feel it just the same.
That we could be, yes, we should be
In the game.

My spirit's feelin' daunted,
I'm not sure I'm all that wanted
Though I'm acting nonchalant it's clear
I'm starting to doubt myself

Don't want to sound too stoic.
I'm not feeling that heroic.
No matter what I do I blow it
And I'm only trying to help.
Only trying to help.
Only trying to help.

Only trying to help.
I'm only trying to help.
Only trying to help.
I'm only trying to help out.
Only trying to help.
I'm only trying to help now.
Only trying to help.
I'm only...
Only trying to help.
...trying to help, Phineas.