'68 - Track 6 T lyrics

Over thought Undersold I have sung every song I know If you knew what it means to me That you came along and didn't disagree I don't know when I am going to die but I have done it once and I know that in this life Keep your eyes in the clouds Keep your feed on the ground and Dance to the drums of your own song Take what you can from this life but Then make it all count Celebrate it Sing a song of sixpence Don't flatter yourself Don't make it rich Over thought Over grown Over heart Undersold What does all of it mean? Sell a lot of life and some soliloquies? My heart, must stand Pardon me while I move along Riches unseen Proper compromise and worship