Lyrics Work In Progress by Jason Mraz

I am a work in progress
I'm a bit of a rough draft
I'm not done yet, I'm not final
Yes I, I'm a work in progress
I got a few pages left
I'm still writing this self-t**led track

Before the music gets ahead of me, let me jog your memory
A lot of you still know me as the kid who had The Remedy
Incredibly, I've been rocking this mic steadily
Cleverly creative since the nineteen seventies

Melodies spring from somewhere insidе of me
Unfolding rather esotеrically
Truth be told, its my main form of therapy
Earning me the moniker of Mr. Curiosity

Cafes wrote pages in my history
Coffee shops, they paid the bills for me
Java Joe is still a hell of a bloke
To let a Curbside Prophet keep practicing his poetry

Life is Wonderful, love is my philosophy
Zero Percent Interest in celebrity
Thousand Things to say, no stopping me
No stopping us, hands up if you're feeling me
I am a work in progress
I'm a bit of a rough draft
I'm not done yet, I'm not final
Yes I, I'm a work in progress
I got a few pages left
I'm still writing this self-t**led track
(Yes I am)
(Yes I am)

I've flown 93 Million Miles around the globe
Tonight, Not Again, I'm probably packing my clothes
The World as I See It is below my toes
And when I'm Back to the Earth, I'm Halfway Home

This is a halfway poem, half rapped off the dome
Half stoned, half recorded half a** on my phone
My religion is rhythm and tone
I've got a cat on my lap so I'm never alone

You and I Both know that I'll never give up
Life is a Beautiful Mess, no need for cleaning it up
You know I'm Sleeping to Dream, I keep sleeming it up
You know we'll Spotify this, we'll be dreaming it up
And in the meantime, Live High, keep shining
Living in the Moment, beautiful time
We see the sun, we're still gonna shine
You know we'll sing dance steal wings keep on flying

I am a work in progress
I'm a bit of a rough draft
I'm not done yet, I'm not final
Yes I, I'm a work in progress
I got a few chapters left
I'm still writing this self-t**led track

I haven't written this part yet
It's a f**king work in progress

And with the right kind of phrase and a style like no other
I'll do anything it takes to keep singing for my supper
Singing about love cause it needs to be discovered
Singing I'm Yours no matter how much its been covered

A lucky one of ten thousand motherf**kers
Standing under Bella Luna blessed up by their mother
God rests in reason and the reason is no other
I am who I am cause Virginia is for lovers
I am a work in progress
I'm a bit of a rough draft
I'm not done yet, I'm not final
Yes I, I'm a work in progress
I got a few pages left
I'm still writing this self-t**led track
I'm a work in progress
Got a few good years left
I'm still writing this self-t**led-
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