Make the Grade

Somewhere at the bottom of the oceanI am floating past the algae,the whale bones, so pretty,but my bodystill didn't make the grade,still didn't make the grade.

Somewhere in the basement I once hada good idea but I can't find it.My mind is drawing blanksto fill the page,but I still won't make the grade,still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patiencein the better half of man,and the stories we'll rememberare from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of my brainI just don't care and I don't want to.But I do, anyway...anyway, Istill won't make the grade,still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patiencein the better half of man,and the stories we'll rememberare from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of the oceanI am floating past the algae,the whale bones, so pretty,but my bodystill won't make the grade...still won't make the grade...still won't make the grade.