I ain’t from the class of no good, but I’ve sure wallowed through my trails of tears I’m just from the tribe of standing still, With trembling hopes inside my always rising wants I’ve got a dreamy wants and I’ve got a thirsts, And attractions that will never be. I’ve loved a thousand women in my head, Who never once laid eyes on the me. Verse 2 I imagine conversations, The kind that start beyond “hello.” In my mind I’m quick and funny, Making laughter overflow. But I never say a thing, Never risk the awkward fall. I study ceilings, floors, and exits, Anything but speak at all. Chorus Why do I say nothing? Fear of no? Maybe. Fear of yes? Maybe. Fear of what comes after maybe. Will I stumble? Will I freeze? Will my words come out like silence And I be discarded as a wallflower of invisibility I’m so untested in the arena of love Where the brave hearts take their shot. Love’s not down the road for me— It’s a distant full parking lot. Verse 3 Am I interesting? Well, hell, I think I am. If I was stranded on an island, Again I’d still choose myself, Again. But I don’t know if what I’ve got Pulls people close or drives them off. I could be social superglue, I could be kryptonite with a Southern drawl. Bridge Never wanted war or violence, Never wanted harm or hate. But loneliness can drill a shrill hole Through a man who sits in a wallow of wants Thank God for imagination, It’s built me kingdoms in the sky. I’ve lived a thousand different lives Without once approaching someone with a hi Final Chorus So No, I’m not from the class of no good, I’m from the class that never moves. That Drags buckets full of wasted wants, And thirsts that never quench So still staring at the doorway of eyelash fantasies Still rehearsing what I’d say. Still carrying the lust of angst unfettered— While my courage stays all locked away. Outro Maybe one day I’ll say hello. Maybe one day I’ll risk a heart bruised Until then I’ll write these songs From the class that never makes a move.
