I'm dust on the needle

I'm a broken piece of shit

I'm the rainbow at the end of the pot of gold

I'm the yellow brick road


I'm not Elton John or Aspen, Colorado

but I wouldn't mind being

the headlight on a north bound train

or sleeping in the pines where

the sun don't never shine

or Leadbelly


I'm not Hall or Oates

I'm not Caspar the friendly ghost

I'm not Tom or Jerry

I'm not Barack or Barry.


I'm barely who I am

and then some.