Messy

Things in my life are far too tidy These days they err towards too clean Everything in my whole existence Has to just mean what it should mean But even in a song you sometimes Place a chord that don't belong And even in a song you hear The right inside the stuff that's wrong Things in my life are far too messy One year I'll get to clean my room Clean your room There on the floor of my existence Not sure which parts I should exhume But even in a song you need to Order sounds to make them tight And even in a song you hear The wrong inside the stuff that's right See the woods despite the trees And doubt all easy dichotomies What opens you up, what truly frees Are unresolvable complexities At 19, rank and truly festy At 55 and somewhat testy We figure life is better when you Let it roll just a little - a little bit You wipe away the colours With that clinical approach You gotta play things out your own way And ignore the way you're coached You need to hang some works of art Inside that office you call life Because its joys and richer meanings Come from the strains and stress and strife So from today I'll scale the rockface Maybe go singing in the rain Meanwhile I'll realign the planets And give myself space and time again But even in a song you learn To harmonise a different way And sometimes all along you knew The loving truths you had to say See the woods despite the trees And screw all easy dichotomies What opens you up, what truly frees: Are unresolvable complexities At 19, rank and truly festy At 55 and somewhat testy We figure life is better when you Let it roll just a little - a little bit Messy Just a little bit messy Just a little bit messy Just a little bit messy Just a little bit little bit