Nothing To Do With It

I tried to send you a postcard

From the edge of the universe

But it turned out that you were there too

You said that it was good to see me

Even though we knew that wasn't true

And when I pointed that out you had carried on

You said, "We're not bad, just unforgiven

Star stuff off the exit ramp"

Guess I'd be impressed if you were kidding

But deserve's got nothing to do with it

When I was a kid I came home from school

Laid down in the front lawn

Looked up and tried to imagine looking down

Whichever way you spin it

We're held fast or let go

Eventually I stood up and carried on

You said, "We're not bad, just unforgiven

Star stuff off the exit ramp"

Guess I'd be impressed if you were kidding

But deserve's got nothing to do with it

So take your time

And you realize

You are not your own

Gravity is grace

And you'll realize

That you are not your own

We are not our own

You said, "We're not bad, just unforgiven

Star stuff off the exit ramp"

Guess I'd be impressed if you were kidding

But deserve's got nothing to do with it