(STILL A) WEIRDO

Now I know I took for granted That things would always go The way I wanted I was going to be a treetop A sea, a boat A rock of ages I don't always get it right 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 was automatic To grow into A soul less static But here I am upon the same spot Attempting to lift off Into space I don't 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 After all these years