Everybody's perfect
As long as we're a process
And everything is worth it
If it's a work in progress
We're never to be finished
We're only to be flourished
We're never not beginning
We're always as a tourist
In some eternal space
Of some eternal time
With a room to furnish
In the furnace of a mind
So when the magic sparks
We've a wand to weave the why
But only for a spell
So wander on between the line