In the midst of the hum-drum
the mundane, the ordinary
surrounded by ideas and poorly written scripts
I waste my time working
(if you could call it that)
Helping the idiot find the idiotic
helping the stoned find the Stones
In this ass-end of a one-horse town
I figured it would happen eventually
run into the past
come under duress by a time
I'd rather selectively forget
Who knew I'd duck behind doors
and laugh out loud
at the way she still hates me
at the way she looked at me
startled by the past
to realize the beauty of the present
It's amazing how wonderful the future will be, sometimes
when you realize what you went through to get there.