Every word from you, everything Is a gift left unwrapped by me My soul sings in sonnets, but my mouth is sewn shut I’m the bud who forgot to open up I could blame music, or blame the road The truth is my circuits overload But still every wire, and every vein Must serve its purpose in the pouring rain I’ve always been this way The garden’s colors eventually fade away When I get frustrated every harmless observation gets me down In endless television on a permanent vacation all alone I hold the triple crown Monday every reason the birds might sing in my eyes was a mystery On Tuesday I sang so loud, that I couldn’t come down Like my wings never felt the frozen ground I’ve always been this way The songbird’s colors eventually fade away I’m going surfing on the waves of depression I’m gonna ride like I don’t know how to swim I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore I’m going surfing on the waves of depression I want to try but don’t know where to begin I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore