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 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