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
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
I am always beginning the world, beginning the world
I am always beginning the world, beginning the world
Beginning the
Beginning the world
I know, I know
This is not the right way up