The sun faded soon after you arrived
It made your crystal ship sad
But the sometimes not so gentle rain
Is the reason only you can trim your sail

You forgot you always need more
Your arrival anywhere is only a moment
You thought voices meant sure madness
But still you prefer to look beyond the pale

By your own means
You're not so average
You're not so mean
So what could it be
What is it that you mean?

Sometimes the plugs are over-loaded
And the lights leave without a goodbye
But you know that a true friend is loyal
And would rather a feather than a nail

You wish you had a group of rockers behind you
But the way we live sometimes is without power
Trying to get a reaction is not physical enough
A heart without its own beat is a body inside a jail

By your own means
You're not so average
You're not so mean
So what could it be
What is it that you mean?