Standard (EADGBE)

Mama, someday you'll be so proud of me

You'll see me hanging in a New York gallery

Someday I'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain

People are gonna ask, "is it brilliant or plain?"

But as long as I don't know how to hang a Warhol

I keep sketching birds, that are all like her

Very simple and true, like you've known me to do

And if you like 'em, yeah

But if you don't, it's not bad

'Cause I really don't care

Said, Papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony

48-piece band all dressed up like me

I said, I'll write someday the saddest of all songs

I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones

But as long as I can't get into Carnegie Hall

I keep writing songs that are all my own

Very simple and dumb, like I always have done

And if you like 'em, yeah

But if you don't, too bad

'Cause it's all I have // Ever since I met her,

I keep thinking, god, how great it is to play a guitar

This way I feel that she's always with me

'Cause every other song, underneath it's tongue

Is about our love