Its pouring,
Its raining
Training or a trade
Hey, you bet Im afraid
Unequipped with a skill
But Im thrilled with the thrill
Underskilled, unprepared
Hey, who wouldnt be scared
Bring on the obstacles
And burn me a bridge
Im not sure, should I call
This my range or a ridge?
There aint none too high
If Im up for the climb
Ill go zero to sixty
And stop on a dime
A dime for a dozen
If thats what youre after
A moment of silence
A lifetime of laughter
On the brighter side
And on a happier note
The noise, well its just love
That gets caught in my throat
The end of the lines
Not the end of a rope just a salesman
Selling a bucket of hope
When the bucket gets kicked
And my chips are all cashed
My intentions, conventions
Are finally smashed