No I know I took for granted that things
Would always go the way I wanted oh
I was going to be a treetopA sea, a boat, a rock of ages
I dont 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
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
