Grand Little Symphony Video (MV)

Throw it in the trash
It's like all your idols took a shit on your work
Well I write too much, no I write too little
Either way, I'm songwriting's whore

I've searched every filing cabinet in my mind
Just to find something pure
Goddammit, after all this torture
For every sure song that I write, I'm still so unsure

The woman with a glitter strung instrument
She said baby don't get tricked
The man on the high mountain with a joint in his hand
Asked me to explain, so I said this

I know that's a strange little melody
But I sing, like I broke my jaw
I know that's an odd little simile
But lately, I've been tryin' so hard
I saw a man play a grand little symphony
And all he had was a guitar
Painting on stage his newest masterpiece
So, I left with the door ajar, I left it ajar

It's not on the road, it's in the woods or out on the road
Every corner has been explored
Oh I'm runnin', and I'm runnin, and I'm running
But there ain't no shelter from the- F*ck... shit

Well I get drunk, I try to write
But when I write, No I can't write a letter
And I have not touched a pencil in days
Cause the posters on my wall did better

Dearest Evangeline, she held me in a corner store
She asked me, what's the matter my dear
I told her all is fine, in the eastern cities
As I buy a 12 pack of beer

Then God he spoke to me, at least that's what he said
Or maybe it was the intercom
He said, "my son tell me bout that song you wrote"
When I showed him, he didn't respond

I know it's a strange little melody
Cause I sing, like I broke my jaw
I know that's an odd little simile
But lately I've been trying so hard
I saw a man play, a grand little symphony
All he had was his guitar
Painting on stage his newest masterpiece
So I left with the door ajar, I left it ajar

I remember in first grade, walking up to my art teacher
I believe her name was Ms. Lehman
I showed her a painting I made for class
It was of a village built into the mountains
And you know, I was never good at recognizing emotion
But I could tell she must've been impressed, cause uh
She took that little pastel masterpiece and
Put into a painting contest
And I got ribbon out of it

Ever since then, no I haven't painted much
I knew it'd never feel the same
Every dream shot out of the sky, cause I know it's just gonna decay

Now I'm older, I've become a folder
For unwritten checks and unfinished projects
Picked up a guitar, with one hope
That I'd finally finish something yet

I know it's a strange little melody
Cause I sing, like I broke my jaw
I know that's an odd little simile
But lately I've been trying so hard
I saw a man play, a grand little symphony
All he had was his guitar
Painting on stage his newest masterpiece
So I left with the door ajar
Tried to call a car
But home for me was much too far
As the rain breaks down the reservoir
I stumbled back into that shanty bar
And watched the stage fill up with super stars
And I tried to write from the start
Man, life is bizarre