Weirdo

Now 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

Id 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

Id always thought its 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

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