Make the Grade Songtext

von Jack Conte

Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
The whale bones, so pretty,
But my body
Still didn't make the grade,
Still didn't make the grade.

Somewhere in the basement I once had
A good idea but I can't find it.
My mind is drawing blanks
To fill the page,
But I still won't make the grade,
Still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patience
In the better half of man,
And the stories we'll remember
Are from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of my brain
I just don't care and I don't want to.
But I do, anyway...
Anyway, I
Still won't make the grade,
Still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patience
In the better half of man,
And the stories we'll remember
Are from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
The whale bones, so pretty,
But my body
Still won't make the grade...
Still won't make the grade...
Still won't make the grade.