by: Jas Patrick
I know
There’s a million things that I don’t know
This I know for sure
I know
You say I’ve got to keep on my toes
It’s hard when they’re broken
I know
You reap what you sow
Or so I’m told
I know
Fortune favors the bold and so I’ll go
Find my pot of gold

But what am I to do with me?
What would you have me be?
Your notion seems a little preconceived
Cause you’re pointing out what I’ve already seen.

I know
There’s a million chances I’ve blown
I’ll probably lose a million more
I know
I don’t know half you know
Because you told me so
I know
My plane has flown
Set for parts unknown
But I know
If I buy what I’m told I’ll never own
More than I’m sold

So what am I to do with me?
What would you have me be?
Your notion seems a little preconceived
Cause you’re pointing out what I’ve already seen.

Is there something that I should know?
Do you have advice that’s not on loan?
Or is this all that you’re good for?
I know that too…

I know
There’s a million things that I don’t know
I know
I don’t know half you know
Because you told me so
I know
You reap what you sow
Or so I’m told
I know
If I buy what I’m told I’ll never own
More than I’m sold