The best song telling you not to listen to others

Those I’ll Provide
Wilco

All my life
You told me I couldn’t write
Think about it and tell me
Why you can’t deny

You’re maligned
And all you do is want to connive
So, don’t mind the answers;
Those I’ll provide

Remember kinship
And the longing that prevailed;
All I did was tell you was tell you
That you’re plans had been derailed
You were resigned
To leave those answers behind
Well, don’t mind the answers
Those, I’ll provide

You’re maligned, when you say, “I got the answers.”
You, tell me the questions

Driving down to the great unknown
I would have felt a lot better
If I knew who had come along

I felt so perfect
Then again, sublime
So, don’t mind the answers;
Those I’ll provide
Well, don’t mind the answers;
Those I’ll provide