The Drawing Room

For a while I thought I'd take, the grand entrance

Meant for those of importance

I'd rather stare across the yard

Passed the golden gate

Lone flower in early may

So you'll find me in the drawing room

With the words and the notes

Amongst the poets and the simple folk

I'll fit right in with the wandering minds

Don't think I've ever felt more alive

I'm not here to advocate

Just articulate

A master of feeling out of place

Don't you worry I'm aware

That my guitar

Won't end all wars

So you'll find me in the drawing room

With the words and the notes

Amongst the poets and the simple folk

I'll fit right in with the wandering minds

Don't think I've ever felt more alive

Believe me

Cause I'm making myself whole

Slowly, I won't beg for your approval

Won't aim to please

Cause I'm not that girl anymore

So you'll find me in the drawing room

As you walk through the door

I won't be starring at the floor

I've stopped wishing I'd belong

Cause I'm still standing on my own