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?

Your shoes and your shirts

All just right.

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

I blend in the crowd,

Fingers so clumsy

Voice too loud.

But I'm one.