My Voice

Maybe we oughta make a new deal, i'm just thinking outloud
I'll tell 'em which one of us made up all these words
If you tell 'em who means right them now
You may think they all belong to you
Yeah but boy try telling that to
All the pretty people here in this crowd.

The breath you breathed, you might believe that you own it
May be your history, but it's my moment
So you may curse me first, but i'll rise and rejoice
These may be your words, but this is my voice, my voice.

Me so loud, me so oh uninspired, you who can't make a sound
Which one of us is the fraud, me for copping these thoughts
Or you for writing them down
True it's your two eyes that had once been
Scanning out across the horizon
But it's my two feet standing on this ground.

The breath you breathed, you might believe that you own it
May be your history, but it's my moment
So you may curse me first, but i'll rise and rejoice
These may be your words, but this is my voice, my voice.

You're a hell of a writer, oh, i kid, i kid
Yeah, you told me to say that, oh, you did you did
But with your maps and my horses, we could ride through this forest
Would be hard to ignore us when we made a sweet chorus
Out of two sour crises, the spices of life, these.

Now i feel, we should make a new deal, if you're willin' to play
I'll tell you which one of us made these diamonds of dust
If you'll tell me who's shining today
And me might as well go on pretendin' it's me not you who chose the ending
But i'll shut my mouth when you've no more to say.

So don't attack the men who tally up your vote
Or murder the messengers who read back what you wrote
Don't blame me, dear, if hearing these lines sung still hurts
Cuz though this may be my voice, these are your words, your words.