There are times when I am happy
Smiling in and out of phase
My teeth are stained
But I am not embarrassed
There certain things to say
To any doubting Thomas I meet
Lick my wounds and feel my breath
I am alive

I have not seen
Nor do I believe
And I suspect if blessed
Is just a test you pass
Then I am failing

There are times I am a child
Armed with chalk and endless blacktop
But we both know
I'm not cut out to be an artist
More and more I am an adult
Living life like you can win
Or with false profundity
Like it's something you can lose

What a story
We will have to tell
Our children's children all the things
We actually felt
But they won't see it

There's a formula I follow
Perhaps it's possible you've picked up
But you should stick like glue
To what or who you know

But
Who am I to give advice?

What bears repeating
Isn’t something I am sure
I've got a good grip on
So what right do I have to put a chorus in my songs?

But sing along, sing along
With egos proud and voices strong
Sing along, sing along, sing along



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