I've got a wife in the middle and she's holding tight and I can't breathe
I've got a lady on the side and it's all right, by me
Between the job, the kids the dog, I feel I'm going under
But I've got me, a sense of wonder
I met a man in Tijuana who had promised me a new years eve
I woke up in Encinitas with missing kidney, swollen knees
As I hitched my way home, my limp betrayed my blunder
But I've got me a sense of wonder
Curse my stars and pray for rain, pray for thunder
I hold my head up to the falling rain
Hold me down, stand my ground and kick me under
I've got my own sense of wonder
I accidentally gouged the iris of my eye with a bowie knife
I've held my breath about a thousand times in the hopes of ending life
And did you know that with a thumbtack under the fleshy side
Of your little own pinkie nail, you will, buckle under
Curse my stars and pray for rain, pray for thunder
I hold my head up to the falling rain
Hold me down, stand my ground and kick me under
I've got my own sense of wonder