Lyrics

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