Every year is the same
And I feel it again.
I`m a loser, no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling
Loneliness starts sinking in.
But I`m one
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me
And I will be,
You`ll all see, I`m the one.
Where do you get
Those blue, blue jeans,
Faded, patched, secret so tight?
Where do you get
That walk oh, so lean? But I`m one, etc.
I got a Gibson
(Without a case)
But I can`t get that even-tanned look on my face.
Ill-fitting clothes
And I bend in the crowd
Fingers so clumsy,
Voice too loud.
But I`m one, etc