(Still A) Weirdo

Now 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 don't 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

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 don't 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
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