Theres a thousand singers in my brain I'm running from
A million words all disarrayed and loose ends undone
But when I was young I had ambition clean and pure
But I don't think that way no more
Thank God our mothers well she take us in when our monies spent
I must have left my rose rims in some circus tent on accident
And when I was young I had ambition clean and pure
I don't think that way no more
Were stretched between/ a penny and a queen,
A future and a dream/ yeah you are a lover and a thief
I am my pleasure and my grief/ and when will it end
My apologies I wrote a happy song for you to sing along
But when the tune came out it sounded wrong
And all the while I was reaching in your purse
You were humming to my verse
We're partly beasts part Adam and part Eve
The grace and pain continues on to weave so gracefully
And when we grow young we'll see the treasure in the cost
We'll give thanks for what we've lost
You see we're walking on a string
This tug of war we are in between
Is it the tension in this thing that makes it sing