I was home by the winter
I was home from the school town, undecided
and questions came, like:
"what did you say you're doing now?"
well, I, I had hopes for my music
and I imagined their faces said:
"well, you can't do that, you silly thing,"
god, he gave me a brave heart
but god, he gave me a chicken head
and I felt I'd failed
I am always beginning the world
beginning the world
aren't you bursting with bu*terflies
on the fourth of september?
like you'll have to get on the bus
in your tartan dress, with your lunch box
though your body is twenty-nine
though your mind is an old thing
I mean, don't you ever sigh?
I am always beginning the world
beginning the world
I am always beginning the world
beginning the world
always the same underdog stance
under the same happy-sad sky
eternally crying, am I still shy?
I am always beginning the world
beginning the world
I am always beginning the world
beginning the world
beginning the world