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 notations,
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 notations,
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.