Ever-beamed and shot between
The branches and the leaves
Your light it always
Finds its way to me
And by all the streams
And every meme
It's carried to
The fountainhead
And I do my best
To pour
I've got the weather
If you've got the time
To be held
I'm entranced by
The way you yell
That clever string of
Seemingly unrelated things
I have visions of you on stage
Presenting with such confidence
What was so strange
Yeah, you're one of a kind
One of a kind and on and on
All those cliches rang and ran
And every single one was true
And helped you understand
It was all trying to cut through
And teach you how to land
And how to walk
A little less confused
To give yourself a chance
And do your best
To pour
And do your best
To pour