Patience

I've got six guitars 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 tightropes without legs
But I don't mind that I'm a little bit behind
And I don't mind that I'm gonna have to keep on trying

I've got a heart that's not always pure
But I'm trying to be careful with my words
My point of view's changing slowly, it's true
But now and then, I see some beauty in the world

Thinking thoughts without a brain
Walking tightropes without legs
But I don't mind that I'm a little bit behind
And I don't mind that I'm gonna have to keep on trying

And I don't mind
My untrained mind
My jumpy mind
My wandering mind

No, I don't mind
My wandering mind
No, I don't mind
My wandering mind