(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
After all these years