Ambigamy

I not one to plan where we’re going,
Can’t think of what I’ve become.
It sucks when I don’t know what I’m doing
Until it’s done.
But maybe it’s just part of the fun
It’s a strange thing, It’s a strange thing
And when the day is over
When the work is done,
I push hold to pull my thoughts out
To take a look at my condition
And I hope that somebody will listen.
To make sense of this great big world is just too much
My body’s a real big hole caught in a flood.
But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to give up.
It’s a strange thing, go away, I will live in
But I will not change a thing
Just using what I’ve given.
It’s a strange thing, go away, I will live in
But I will not change a thing
Just using what I’ve given.