My name is unimportant
And my job you could call mean
But I like the work and I do it well
That's enough for me.
I think there was a time when I
Could do, and did, much more.
I have dreams in which I captain the ship
And hear the ocean roar.
I've lived alone for all I can remember
That only means some six or seven years.
I would rather be nobody else,
I'm happy as I am.
All I need is in my way
And you see no one expects too much from me.
People cry, but no one asks me to advise them.
They want to know but they don't ask me how.
That's for someone else and not for me, I don't know.
Lucky me.
My friends think that I should be trying
To find out who I was.
But I feel that road would bring me pain
And too much would be lost.
How I am is how I'm meant to be now,
Anyhow there's things I see more clearly