The Nearly Man

My life is made up of things that came this close to working out… but didn’t. So much so that I have been nicknamed ‘The Nearly Man’. That suits me fine, because it is not a bad thing to be. It has become a rule: to be ‘The Nearly Man’. It gives me more margin for success. I am good at compromises, I suppose, in a world that is far from perfect.

Here’s the lyrics from the Lightening Seeds song ‘The Nearly Man’ :

Down here at the bottom
When you’re staring at the top
With a head full of ideas
I’m only flesh and blood

On an either down of glory
And a pillow of desire
Drifting on an ocean
And the waves wash through my mind

Something haunts us, kicks the stars from our skies
Blows the lights out with the whisperin’ sights
If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down

Well, I was nearly me and you were nearly you
The nearly man was nothing, he was never any use
Beaten down by generations, of generations beaten down
There’s nothing I can promise that my conscience will allow

Something haunts us, kicks the stars from our skies
Blows the lights out with the whisperin’ sights
If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down

If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down
If you’re down, down, I’m down, down
And when you’re down, down, I’m down, down

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