I've got this guitar I can barely play And a questionable singing voice as well But I get my joy out of Little things like just Sitting here trying to play and sing Thinking thoughts without a brain Walking (something) in the rain But I don't mind That I'm a little bit behind Yeah, I don't mind That I'm gonna have to keep on trying I've got a heart that's like always pure But I'm trying to be careful with my words The point of this changing Slowly and stupid now And I see so clearly in the world Thinking thoughts without a brain Walking (something) in the rain But I don't mind That I'm a little bit behind Yeah, I don't mind That I'm gonna have to keep on trying I don't mind My untrained mind My drunken mind My wandering mind No, I don't mind My wandering mind No, I don't mind My wandering mind