Standard (EADGBE)

Mama, someday you'll be so proud of me

 You'll see me hanging in a New York gallery

 Someday I'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain

 People are gonna ask, "is it brilliant or plain?"

 But as long as I don't know how to hang a Warhol

 I keep sketching birds, that are all like her

 Very simple and true, like you've known me to do

 And if you like 'em, yeah

 But if you don't, it's not bad

 'Cause I really don't care

 Said, Papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony

 48-piece band all dressed up like me

 I said, I'll write someday the saddest of all songs

 I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones

 But as long as I can't get into Carnegie Hall

 I keep writing songs that are all my own

 Very simple and dumb, like I always have done

 And if you like 'em, yeah

 But if you don't, too bad

 'Cause it's all I have // Ever since I met her,

 I keep thinking, god, how great it is to play a guitar

 This way I feel that she's always with me

 'Cause every other song, underneath it's tongue

 Is about our love