I was home by the winter   I was home from the school town, undecided.   And questions came, like,   What did you say you're doing now?      Well, I, I had hopes for my music and I imagined their faces said   Well you can't do that, you silly thing   God, He gave me a brave heart   But God, He gave me a chicken head and I felt I'd failed      I am always beginning the world   Beginning the world      Aren't you bursting with butterflies on the fourth of September?   Like you'll have to get on the bus in your tartan dress, with your lunch box.   Though your body is twenty-nine, though your mind is an old thing.   I mean, don't you ever get sigh      I am always beginning the world   Beginning the world   I am always beginning the world   Beginning the world      Always the same underdog stance   Under the same happy sad sky   Eternally crying, am I still shy?      I am always beginning the world   Beginning the world   I am always beginning the world   Beginning the world, beginning the world