At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream A war's already waged for my destiny But You've already won the battle And You've got great plans for me Though I can't always see 'Cause I got a couple dents in my Fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy And on my own, I'm so clumsy But on Your shoulders I can see I'm free to be me When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out See my life would turn out right And I'd make it here somehow But things don't always come that easy And sometimes I would doubt, oh 'Cause I got a couple dents in my Fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy And on my own, I'm so clumsy But on Your shoulders I can see I'm free to be me and You're free to be You Sometimes I believe that I can do anything Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring But You look at my heart and You tell me That I've got all You seek, oh And it's easy to believe even though 'Cause I got a couple dents in my Fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy And on my own, I'm so clumsy But on Your shoulders I can see I got a couple dents in my Fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy And on my own, I'm so clumsy But on Your shoulders I can see I'm free to be me and You're free to be You