Jason Mraz - Work In Progress lyrics

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-titled 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, it's 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-titled 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 ass 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-titled track
I haven't written this part yet
It's a fucking 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 it's been covered

A lucky one of ten thousand motherfuckers
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-titled track
I'm a work in progress
Got a few good years left
I'm still writing this self-titled- word