Streetwise and booksmart
And expressing myself has been hard but that's life
Lightning strikes and I'm too slow with the bottle
But I'll get it next time
I am not withdrawing
I am going somewhere new of my own choice
Sometimes everything you have to say is ruined by your own voice
Sometimes your good luck stops up like a kinked garden hose
But once you get it straightened out it might come rushing all at once
Who knows?