(2:40)
God gave me this here guitar
Pointed to the farthest star and said, "Son
You got a long long way to go"
I said, "I'm the daughter you never had
And I'm really good when I'm bein' bad"
And I'm about to cut the strings on this puppet show
Now to be a stick of dynamite
Predicting rain and not a cloud in sight
That's who I am and that's what I'll do for you
We were goin out the other night and I'm wearin my favorite
Jeans alright with lots of holes and lots of leg in sight
"How come you're wearing that?" he siad
'cause people are hungry and the people are threads
And I'll wear these jeans til everybody's fed
Maybe wish, maybe that, maybe this is all the love you can muster up
Well I called my friend the other day
He lives in that modern town of L.A.
His answering machine said, leave a message friend
It said, practice random acts of kindness
And senseless acts of beauty
And put your cliche softly in the end.