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
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