Lyrics

Well it's a blessing I came to believe before it came to be too late,
?cause cookin' with the recipe of this world was puttin' to much on my plate.
I think I had more gratitude when just gettin' by was tough,
?cause now I'm wonderin' how I ever thought that bein' good was gonna be enough.

CHORUS:
All of the bets I tried to hedge
could never dull that rebel edge.

Now as I shovel the sand of my kingdom, I'm learnin' this:
In the face of the best made plans it is what it is.

Aquiesence is a subtle art, I read every book on the shelf.
And when I couldn't stand the sound of me, I was thrilling everybody else.
I took aim, drew back, sunk the head dead center in the status quo,
but when you run it wide open down a cul-de-sac, baby all your neighbors gonna know.

CHORUS

The archway through which I passed has taught me this:
I'm free to read my list of demands but it is what it is.

BRIDGE:
The cobblestones of my intentions are wearing through my boots.
What I saw burning was a tiny bush, it just sunk some mighty deep roots.

CHORUS

And as my safe walls crumbled, I was learning this:
I must accept what I can't change ?cause it is what it is.

BRIDGE

CHORUS

I sink my toes in the sand of my kingdom, ?cause I been learning this:
There's joy to be had in this world ?cause it is what it is.


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