CHORUS So don’t worry if you think you’re not remarkable/ Most humans think they haven’t come far at all/ And that’s the truth but don’t just take it from me… You were made in a star and every particle/ Came together to make you the finished article/ The chance of you defies all probability (believe, so leave, it be, you’ll see)// You are the infinitesimal un-likeliness/ The result of everything since the big bang provided us/ With all the elements that make life from dust/ And enough time to go from simple life to… “huh?”/ Somehow we perceive and have a consciousness/ But there’s a consequence, what we want is just/ Confused between our instincts from prehistoric times/ Food, shelter and passing our genetics down the line/ And modern times, how we feel, how they feel about you/ What you think, what you want, what you needed to do/ We’re the intellectual equivalent of supermarket shopping/ Too much choice, too much freedom, too much option/ Some take what they see: get straight off the aisle/ Some stand making decisions, it may take them a while/ Some of them are straight in denial and often miss out/ But I tell you I hate shopping, I’m forever in doubt/ I’m not one of the celebrities – done nothing with my life/ My accomplishments are minimal, got lucky with my wife/ I got lucky with my current job and lucky with my family/ Got lucky being born at all, but luck is not a plan B/ It’s not a fall back – it’s funny how we exist/ Just keep on plodding up a mountain of mist/ Knowing at some point: we’ll fall down off a cliff/ And your brain gets the better of you, drowns you in lists/ …You can’t relax before you tick ‘em off/ For every little job you do another sixty’s not/ I’ve discovered you’re either a pessimist with too much to do/ Or a hedonist who snoozed and he losed… lost// CHORUS I knew I wanted to make music for the rest of my days/ …And that’s all I’ve done and now the time is ebbing away/ And I’ve killed many projects cos they weren’t the best ones I made/ And then I wrote this stuff and still thought that the message was vague/ And recently I’ve been waking every day in a rage/ Angry at each and every thing I feel that gets in my way/ Until I realised everything I have is not here to stay/ And I should even be thankful for things that feel like a pain/ Cos feeling feelings is the very definition of life/ And needing reasons for existing’s inefficient on time/ And each and every person feels they need a piece of the pie/ They’re either greedy or they seem to lose their seat in the line/ I’ve been in pieces recently, the Grim Reaper will hide/ And wait until you breathe easy then unreasonably strike/ And leave your family devastated who plea for rewind/ …But this is all part of a human being’s design/ And we’re so quick to forget that we’re a miracle/ The statistics on people’s happiness these days is pitiful/ They’ll say you should become something to be an individual/ But you’re the original and greatest there’s ever been of you// CHORUS