Hey baby
This is not a challenge,
It just means that I love you
As much as I always said I did.
I was wrong.
I have been laughable wrong
Sandpaper, paper mâché, chalk, and hung out wet
Oh, the city and your skin
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now.
I didn't have to be afraid,
I didn't have to feel so stupid
I can see myself, I can feel
That
Just the slightest bit of finesse
I might have made a little less mess
But it was what it was,
Let's all get on with it, now!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Laughing!
Discoverer!
Floating across Houston.
This is where I am.
I see the city rise up tall.
The opportunities. And possibilities.
I have never felt so called.
Remember the vodka expresso night of discovery
Remember that? Laughing! Discovery!
Oh how I look back and reflect.
How I felt it. How It set.
I don't have to feel so wrong,
Now I wake up dreaming saffron, turmeric and brass.
Just the slightest bit of finesse
I might have made a little less mess
But it was what it was,
Let's all get on with it, now!
Just the slightest bit of finesse
I might have made a little less mess
But it was what it was,
Let's all get on with it, now!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael Stipe, Michael E. Mills
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