Beginning The World
I was home by the winter
I was home from the school town,
undecided
And questions came, like,
What did you say you're doing now?
Well, I
I had hopes for my music
And I imagined their faces said,
Well you can't do that, you silly thing
God, He gave me a brave heart
But God, He gave me a chicken head
And I felt I'd failed
I am always beginning the world,
beginning the world
Aren't you bursting with butterflies
on the fourth of September?
Like you'll have to get on the bus
in your tartan dress, with your lunch box
Though your body is twenty-nine
Though your mind is an old thing
I mean, don't you ever get sigh,
I am always beginning the world,
beginning the world?
I am always beginning the world,
beginning the world
Always the same underdog stance
under the same happy-sad sky,
eternally crying, Am I still shy?
I am always beginning the world,
beginning the world
I am always beginning the world,
beginning the world, beginning the world