Ben Weasel

Ive got this guitar I can barely play,
And a questionable singing voice as well.
But I get my joy out of,
Little things like just,
Sitting here trying to play and sing.
Thinking thoughts without a brain.
Walking (something) in the rain.
But I dont mind,
That Im a little bit behind.
Yeah, I dont mind,
That Im gonna have to keep on trying.
Ive got a heart thats like always pure.
But Im trying to be careful with my words.
The point of this changing,
Slowly and stupid now,
And I see so clearly in the world.
Thinking thoughts without a brain.
Walking (something) in the rain.
But I dont mind,
That Im a little bit behind.
Yeah, I dont mind,
That Im gonna have to keep on trying,
I dont mind,
My untrained mind.
My drunken mind.
My wandering mind.
No, I dont mind.
My wandering mind.
No, I dont mind.
My wandering mind
[ Patience Lyrics ]