It's not, "i want a big house", it's not "i need a new car",
it's more that i've been poured into a small, clay jar,
it's more a push inside, it's
like the voice of god saying,
"make the best of what you're given, be yourself for a living."
i have a heart-wrecked home,
the one i love is sailing,
happy on a sea of my tears
in a boat of my failings.
it's like a push inside,
it's like the voice of god
telling me to make the best
of what i'm given, be myself for a living, be myself for a living
you might think it's fame that calls,
but it's really not the point at all. this is who i am.
it's my wedding band...
so if you hurt like dying, or if your hear'ts on fire, either way is true as a path through desire, to take that push inside as the voice of god, telling you to make the best of what you're given, to be yourself for a living.
i recall a vow once spoken, long before i was a girl,
gifts we carry for this world,
to take that push inside as the voice of god telling you to make the best of what you're given, be yourself for a living, i'll be myself for a living.