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 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

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