No I know I took for granted that things Would always go the way I wanted oh I was going to be a treetop A sea, a boat, a rock of ages
I don't always get it right I'd see it in a different kind of light
Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent Optimistic but Never quite elegant Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years
I'd always thought it's automatic To grow into a soul less static But here I am upon the same spot Attempting to lift off into space
I dont always get it right But a thousand different ways And I just might
Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent Optimistic but Never quite elegant Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years
Pay my lip service Keep it eloquent Optimistic but Never quite elegant Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years
Still a weirdo Still a weirdo, after all these years