Awful Fun

Hold my tongue,

Or let it free,

I’ll never understand

How to turn my head,

And let it be,

Just a part of a bigger plan

The sun will smile,

And the moon will cry;

You can’t stop it spinnin’ on.

But the hurt won’t last,

And once it’s gone,

You’ll see it's awful fun

To be born at all.

If I were a bird on high,

I bet all the winds would help me fly;

And if I were a childhood dream,

I bet all the world would follow me;

And every time

That I tripped up,

You’d help me to my knees;

And that’s all I’d need

To make it fun to be born

Grab my soul,

And shake it free,

Of things that can weigh it down

Pockets full

Of disappointing

Twists, and turns, and frowns

The sun will smile,

And the moon will cry;

You can’t stop it spinnin’ on.

But the hurt won’t last,

And once it’s gone,

You’ll see it's awful fun

To be born at all.

If I were a bird on high,

I bet all the winds would help me fly;

And if I were a childhood dream,

I bet all the world would follow me;

And every time

That I tripped up,

You’d help me to my knees;

And that’s all I’d need

To make it fun to be born at all.