(Still A) Weirdo Songtext / Lyric

Now I know I took for granted

That things would always go the way I wanted, oh

I was going to be a treetop

A sea, a boat, a rock of ages



I don't always get it right

I'd see it in a different kind of light



Pay my lip service, keep it eloquent

Optimistic but never quite elegant

Still a weirdo, still a weirdo

After all these years



I'd always thought it's automatic

To grow into a soul less static

But here I am upon the same spot

Attempting to lift off into space






I don't always get it right

But a thousand different ways

And I just might



Pay my lip service, keep it eloquent

Optimistic but never quite elegant

Still a weirdo, still a weirdo

After all these years

Still a weirdo, still a weirdo

After all these years



Pay my lip service, keep it eloquent

Optimistic but never quite elegant

Still a weirdo, still a weirdo

After all these years



Still a weirdo, still a weirdo

After all these years

After all these years