Ain’t no use in fighting
Baby you got the controls
I ain’t the one who’s flying
But your hand I’ll hold

I’m not the one I thought I’d be
The book is waiting on the shelf
We’ll set the date and in the meantime
I’ll just be working on myself

I lost the joy and the bounce
Must be in here somewhere
Each year the clock runs quicker
And I’m finding it hard not to stare at it

I’m not the one I thought I’d be
But don’t put me on a shelf
We’ll make the date and in the meantime
I’ll just be working on myself

All that time you spent running towards a wall
All those waves just to take your final fall
What’s that seed doing in my head?
Time means nothing when the time is better spent

I’m not the one I thought I’d be
The book is waiting on the shelf
We’ll pick a date and while we wait for that
I’ll just be working on myself
I’ll just be working on myself
I’ll just be working on myself
I’ll just be working on myself