"The Thing At Hand" lyrics

Thanks to the bullfrogs and the crickets and the cicadas
Thanks to the loons and the songbirds too
Thanks to all my music teachers
And the beauty they exude
They remind me, I don't need to be anything
I don't need a look, I don't need a brand
They remind me, I don't need to be anything
I don't need to know what to say
I don't need to know where I stand

I just need to show up
For the thing at hand
Yes, I just need to show up
For the thing at hand

I'm not black or white or grey
I'm not he or she or they
I'm not gay or bi or straight
I'm just me and maybe
That's just another thing to say

I just wanna show up
For the thing at hand
Yeah, I'm just trying to show up
For the thing at hand

Thanks to the pine trees in the tall breeze
Thanks to the ocean
Thanks to the heartbeat and the spring leaves
Springing into motion
Thanks to the big spinning cosmos and it's do-see-do
Thanks to the emptiness and the energy
That teaches me how to flow

I just wanna show up
For the thing at hand
Yes, I'm just trying to show up
For the thing at hand

I defy
Being defined
I am not my body
I am not my mind
You can point right at me
And still, there's nothing there
And whatever you call me
I don't care