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 b***erflies
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 get 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
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 b***erflies
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 get 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