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



(Chorus)

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



(Chorus)