(intro)                 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     (         E ) 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     (                        )      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