I was born a child of grace

Nothing else about the place

Everything was ugly but your beautiful face

That left me no illusion

I saw you in the curve of the moon

In the shadow cast across my room

You had me, in my tune

When I just heard confusion

I am, I am, I am

I liked the sound of my own voice

I didn't give anyone else a choice

An intellectual tortoise

Racin' with your bullet train

Some people get squashed crossin' the tracks

Some people got high rises on their backs

I'm not broke, but you can see the cracks

You can make me perfect again

I am, I am

I'm alive

I'm being born

I just arrived, I'm at the door

Of the place I started out from

And I want back inside

I am