I've got to have a body to be somebody
So my body has to be what's me
But if that's the case then I'm always losing myself
I'll give you an example or two or three
I consider my toenails a part of me
They're part of my body it's easy to see
But then they get too long and I cut my nails
And I throw them in the garbage pail
But I really don't miss 'em
I really don't miss 'em
Even though I know they were a part of me
I really don't miss 'em at all
I consider my hair a part of me
It's part of my body, it's easy to see
But then I go to sit in the barber's chair
And you know what happens there
But I really don't miss it
I really don't miss it
Even though I know it was a part of me
I really don't miss it at all
I consider my blood a part of me
It's part of my body, it's easy to see
But then I scrape my knee and a little blood comes out
And that always makes me shout
And cry and whimper and moan
But I really don't miss it
I really don't miss it
Even though I know it was a part of me
I really don't miss it at all
That brings me to a question I think I should explore
If I'm not just my body then there must be something more
It's something deep inside of me I know will always stay
It's the part of me I call myself
That never goes away
And it's my spirit, it's my spirit
It's the part of me that's always there
My spirit gets my body moving everywhere
And I know I'll never miss it
I know I'll never miss it all