No one ever said to me that I should write a symphony
But write it, now I've wrote it and the days are growing longer
No hint of allegation or trouble with no patience
And everyone's been mangling my name
I took time to work it out at seats of higher learning
But I never understood a single thing that they said to me
Except, "Son, you know you think you've got a chance but let me tell you
We've worked her out and you've come here to fail"
Friend, don't you know
I've got thoughts that I'm scared of
God is for me, is a thing to beware of
Get it on, bag a girl
Every single person who has told you that you couldn't
Lives in fear that you'll achieve the things in life they think you shouldn't
A parallel digression, unswerving in direction
And that was why they set my hair on fire
You worked out the best of it and I worked out the rest of it
And finally solutions fell around us like in autumn
We were wrong and we were right a bit, we laughed and then we cried a bit
I'll tell you now, I've not been born to fail
Friend, don't you know
I've got these eyes from crying
You are depraved, I salute you for trying
When I'm gone, you take my song
No one ever said to me that I should write a symphony
But write it, now I've wrote it and the days are growing longer
No hint of allegation or trouble with no patience
And everyone's been laying off my name
Friend, don't you know
I've got thoughts that I'm scared of
God is for me, is a thing to beware of
Friend, don't you know
I've got these eyes from crying
You are depraved and I love you for trying
When I'm wrong, bring it on
