Lyrics
[verse]
Got a broken guitar and a beat-up van
Livin' on a half-baked master plan
Coffee stains and yesterday's news
Nothing on my feet but borrowed shoes
[chorus]
Call me whatever, call me a mess
Doesn't change the fact I'm doing my best
I'm a work in progress, rough around the seams
Chasing after crooked little dreams
[verse]
Neighbors talk, I don't really care
Got my own strange rhythm in the air
Patchwork jacket, thrift store hat
Living life a little slant like that
[chorus]
Call me whatever, call me a mess
Doesn't change the fact I'm doing my best
I'm a work in progress, rough around the seams
Chasing after crooked little dreams
[bridge]
Maybe I don't fit the mold they made
Maybe that's the price that I have paid
But there's freedom in the mess I keep
Freedom in the dreams I reap
[chorus]
Call me whatever, call me a mess
Doesn't change the fact I'm doing my best
I'm a work in progress, rough around the seams
Chasing after crooked little dreams