A starving artist,
Whose spread too thin...
'What am I lacking...?'
Where do I begin?!

We can't all have perfect pitch,
And a photographic memory
Cause some of us weren't taught solfege
From the time that we were three...

The results I've found
Are adequate at best
For what it's worth
I should be a little better than the rest...

But that's of no comfort now
I should've done better
I need to do better
Well I know that I could,

If only I would try...
The dissonance is fierce
Still I could get a sense-of-self
If I thought that it might help...

But I know, I know it won't...
'Cause I cannot adjust...

(Repeat 3x)
Yeah I know, I know it won't...
'Cause I cannot adjust...

But wasn't this the thing?
That used to make me happy...?
Well, well, well,
How times have changed...

And how proud can one man be...?

(Repeat 3x Fading)
Just how proud can one man be...?