Regular Guy

They try to tell me that this is a straight line
Like I'm a headstrong arrow bearing down on a bullseye
A velvet box, a tidy plot
At some point you start and at some point you stop

I don't believe in progress
I'm getting more and more out of less and less
Like watching the veils fall away from a dancer
Uncovering answers that was always there

The sky is old but the art was modern
This story is endless like Elvis or Texas
I'm just a paralyzed regular guy
Making a way on a crooked line

Let's make a toast while we still got fizz
Here's to our flesh and the best yesterdays
I had a run-in with some pretty good fortune
But I think I'm gonna be okay
But I think I'm gonna be okay

The sky is old but the art was modern
This story is endless like Elvis or Texas
I'm just a paralyzed regular guy
Making a way on a crooked line