It gets funnier each time I hear it
That joke Dylan makes about dying
Since they found his cancer
He says the most important thing, he can lose is his hair
He's already losing it
We're all losing it
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I hate the sound of my own voice
I can't sing, but I try
'Cause that's what my mother did
She was no good either
Prettiest voice I've ever heard
From what I remember
Wish I was an easier kid
When I was younger
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Not being happy for a moment
Is not the same as misery
Give it time
Give it space
It will resolve or be replaced
If that mockingbird don't wanna sing
I wouldn't blame him
'Cause no one's got a voice quite like you, and I wanna hear it
What if we made our heroes the people we knew
Imagine what we'd realize
We could do
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
