Average, At Best

Text & musik: Per Malm

I’ve built my life on drugs and tears
on quick decisions, on easy years
on loose engagements, on desperate acts
on stupid notions, on doubtful facts

I felt so holy, so free and calm
I was my altar, my wailing wall
but when I prayed for help, I fell apart

I saw the wrinkles, I felt a strain
I smelled my aging, I heard a train
the silver arrow departs at night
a one way journey, a one way track

I stood bamboozled, my youth had flown
I was a fool then, a fool alone
so I stepped on board, for the unknown

I passed each station along the track
no revelations, no regrets, no looking back
it seemed a tasteless life to digest
a crappy sandwich
something average at best

still I felt holy, so free and calm
I was my altar, my wailing wall
and then I disappeared in the unknown