After a long long lifetime of intense deliberation
I have finally reached a point now of personal liberation
I feel so much freer than I've felt in so long
Since I've concluded the conclusions I have drawn have all been wrong
I'm willing to admit
I haven't got a clue
I think it's thinking that you've got everything all figured out
That leads to feeling awful feelings: bouts of angst, waves of doubt
I feel so much better since I'm no longer attached
To the prospect of a place on any particular path
I'm willing to admit
I haven't got a clue
I'm happy to report
There's nothing here to do
I'm excited to announce
You haven't got a thing to prove
No amount of progress could ever make a person whole
Competition is a cancer of the mind and of the soul
If someday that curse of comparison does leave
And all at once the human population relearns how to breath
Because they're willing to admit
They haven't got a clue
I'll be happy to report
There's nothing here to do
I'm excited to announce
You haven't got a thing to prove
Making music, making conversation
Counting stars, constellations
Making love and breathing the air
The birds that sing to greet the morning
The chill of night and fire warming
Life is long and not often fair
But none of this is ever at stake
None of this could ever be lost
Never be taken away
It has no cost
Making plans and doing favours
Shaking hands with all the neighbours
Finding love and losing it too
Doing dances, telling stories
Lots of thankyous, plenty sorrys
Life goes on whatever you do
But none of this is ever at stake
None of this could ever be lost
Never be taken away
It has no cost
All of this will always be here
All of this will always be free
All of us will always be near
To who we chose to be