I've got this guitar I can barely play
And a questionable singing voice as well
But I get my joy out of
Little things like just
Sitting here trying to play and sing
Thinking thoughts without a brain
Walking (something) in the rain
But I don't mind
That I'm a little bit behind
Yeah, I don't mind
That I'm gonna have to keep on trying
I've got a heart that's like always pure
But I'm trying to be careful with my words
The point of this changing
Slowly and stupid now
And I see so clearly in the world
Thinking thoughts without a brain
Walking (something) in the rain
But I don't mind
That I'm a little bit behind
Yeah, I don't mind
That I'm gonna have to keep on trying
I don't mind
My untrained mind
My drunken mind
My wandering mind
No, I don't mind
My wandering mind
No, I don't mind
My wandering mind