Deep inside the heart of this troubled man,
There’s an itty bitty boy tugging hard at your hand.
Born bitter as a lemon but you must understand that you’ve been bringing me joy.
And I’ll only lie when you don’t want the truth.
And it’s as loud as a thunderclap but you hear it too.
But you’ve been bringing me joy.
Deep inside the heart of this crazy mess,
I’m only calm when I get lost within your wilderness.
Born crooked as a creek, didn’t come to contest that you’ve been bringing me joy.
When I’m alive I’m living for you,
When I’m a bluebird dying, but their singing the blues,
And it’s a heartfelt silly sort of bumbling tune about how you’re bringing me joy.