Patience Songtext
von Ben Weasel

I′ve got six guitars I can barely play
And a questionable singing voice as well
But I get my joy out of the little things
Like just sitting here trying to play and sing

Thinking thoughts without a frame
Walking tightropes without legs

But I don't mind that I′m a little bit behind
And I don't find that I'm gonna have to keep on trying


I′ve got a heart that′s not always pure
But I'm trying to be careful with my words
My point of view′s changing slowly and true
But now and then I see some beauty in the world

Thinking thoughts without a frame
Walking tightropes without legs

But I don't mind that I′m a little bit behind
And I don't find that I′m gonna have to keep on trying

And I don't mind
My wandering mind
My jumping mind
My wandering mind


Yeah, I don't mind
My wandering mind
Yeah, I don′t mind
My wandering mind