Amateur

I wanna be an amateur
That′s what I would like to someday be
I wanna be an amateur
Back like I used to be
I wanna go down to the essence, down to the essence
Down to my clumsy childhood essence
I wanna be esentially unfiltered, free
I don’t like power
I don′t like hierarchy
I don’t worship human power
The idea of enemy is not for me
I’m an American
I′d like to think that means real democracy
I wanna be an amateur
When you′re an amateur
You don’t have the whole thing preconceived
You′re flying blind
You didn’t get a pricey art degree
Or if you did, that′s fine
If you can forget your vocabulary
You got wings to fly
No sense keeping them folded neatly
Take to the sky
Let me hear you strain your voice so sweetly
You got instinct, you got almond eyes
Get your feathers dirty, baby
If you wanna be an amateur

Stick with me
I don’t know anything
I don′t know anything
At least, that’s how I’d like to be
I, I wanna be an amateur