Listen while I’m talking to you

See I can only do the task God caught me to do

You didn’t ask for directions so plans are falling through

In the study holding a candlestick without a clue

I can’t lose, I make moves like a rolling stone alone

But I hardly wear hats so I’m hardly home

You can barely speak so you should rarely hold a microphone

Got the nerve to critique how my sheets are sown, to each his own

So put the needle on the record, let the music play

The sun still shines behind clouds though the sky is gray

And that’s the kind of thought that keeps a smile on my face

I found a nice stride, now it’s just keeping the pace

I woke up in my right mind due to God’s grace

No time left so I left time in an odd place

Independence is indicative of initiative if you can’t wait

Diligence is bliss so good riddance to dead weight