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