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

Guidance 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 an autumn

We were wrong and we were right a bit

We laughed and then we cried a bit

I'll tell you now, I'm 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

Guidance 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