In regards to how I'm doing
It depends who asked
And how come in the first place
Do they wanna know so bad?
I wake up in the morning
To the smell of wasted time
And thrown out, black coffee grinds
I wish I was a carpenter
I wish I was a cook
I wish I was a business man
I wish I binded books
I wish that I flew airplanes
Or worked on cars
I wish I wanted to do about anything
But pound on my guitar
In regards to where I'm going
I'll tell you when I know
I'll find out when I get there
Or when I get back home
I lay down in the evening
When the sun is underground
I wait for today to come around
I wish I was a rowboat
I wish I was a trout
I wish I was a baby bear
Just running around
I wish I was a rainbow
I'd look pretty, then
I'd leave
Instead I'm down here
Begging on my knees
I could never know as much as the stars, Lord
I could never paint the colors of the breeze,
I could never look as pretty as the castles in the sky
Or dance to the rhythm of the trees