In 1981 I was minus two Dreaming of the things I was gonna do When I got up the nerve to exit out the womb I'd open up my mouth and I'd be singing to the room La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la And every single day until a day last week When I closed my eyes I would be singing in my sleep Picture perfect songs for all the world to keep But when I raised my head I thought I'd never sang a La-la-la-la-la-la-la And now the day is over just as it begun So lets all sing the song for things that we have done And things we haven't done In 1991 when I was only eight My father sat me down and said someday You will write a song a song so great It will save the lone star state So here's a tape recorder Here's a microphone Chronicle the songs You sing when you're alone And thank the lord above For the gift he's bestowed Now open up your mouth And sing until you're old La-la-la-la-la-la But expectations are so high And so I never go outside I sit inside my room I write a song and hit record On a portastudio 424 it's true It's all I do In twenty zero six I am twenty two Dreaming of the things I am gonna do When I get up the nerve to exit out my room I'll open up my mouth and I'll be singing to ya La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la