Every mind has a need of a mask.
I’m telling you so you don’t have to ask.
I came of age in a sad situation.
Minimum wage and home-grown self-medication.
Fishing docks. Lumber yard.
Somehow I never really worked that hard.
I was not extraordinary.
For the fire that I’ve never felt,
For the chance I could forgive myself,
For the comfort of all my useless fears,
I’ll do anything – if I can do it here.
Oh no, I’m not alone,
but Main Street’s the only street I’ve ever known.
I’m not extraordinary.