Sometimes I can't sum it up in a rhyme
Least, not these days, gets harder all the time
That don't mean that I don't try, but hell, you know I'm no John Prine
And sometimes I can't sum it up in a rhyme

Sometimes songs just don't have the space
To hold the things that I need to say
I can try to make it fit, try to shoehorn it in just a little bit
But sometimes songs just don't have enough space

Sometimes I just don't know what to say
Like anything would just get in the way
Sometimes I need to take a seat, sit one out, spit out my feet
'Cause, sometimes I just don't know what to say

And other days, you just can't shut me up
Like someone put something in my coffee cup
Those days I can't bite my tongue, I've said some things I know have stung
On those days you just can't shut me up

So let's go to the Buddha Jamboree
Fred Rogers, John Prine, Maya Angelou, you, and me
We'll laugh until we split our sides, and cry that real cleansing cry
Let's go to the Buddha Jamboree

Some days singing doesn't help at all
On those days, I fear I'm heading for a fall
Those days I can't stand a single, solitary thing that I sing
On those days when singing doesn't help at all

Lately I'd just like to find a breeze
And catch it so I can float on by with ease
I'd hardly have to think at all, just smile big and walk real tall
If I could only find a breeze

So let's go to the Buddha Jamboree
Fred Rogers, John Prine, Maya Angelou, you, and me
We'll laugh until we split our sides, and cry that real cleansing cry
Let's go to the Buddha Jamboree

We'll sneak in wearing our disguise
Might get kicked out, but still we'll rise
Let's go to the Buddha Jamboree