What's my story, is it only
self-contrived, confused, or jinxed
sordid, boring, old man snoring
never knowing where he fits ?

I am lost at rainbow's end here
trying to channel Presley s ghost
hips he shook and all the girls swooned
he's the one they wanted most

But I cannot dance so freely
and I do not have the looks
to make them all want to know me
write my name down in their books

sold a lie and yeah, I bought it
I just wanted to believe
happiness is being applauded
Vanity of vanities

For the time and strength I wasted
cold regret now grips and shakes me
all the while I couldn't see
just myself is all I'd be

Door is open, time to step out
see what real life's all about
Forget dead dreams and their fictions
for my vision they did cloud

Now I don't seek fame or fortune
nor things far too grand for me
only love can fix distortions
in my personality