Patience - Ben Weasel

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