Over thought
Undersold
I have sung every song I know
If you knew what it means to me
That you came along and didn't disagree
I don't know when I am going to die but
I have done it once and I know that in this life

Keep your eyes in the clouds
Keep your feed on the ground and
Dance to the drums of your own song
Take what you can from this life but
Then make it all count
Celebrate it

Sing a song of sixpence
Don't flatter yourself
Don't make it rich

Over thought
Over grown
Over heart
Undersold

What does all of it mean?
Sell a lot of life and some soliloquies?
My heart, must stand
Pardon me while I move along
Riches unseen

Proper compromise and worship