The Lowly Hero's Mediocrity

The Return of Ulysses - Giorgio De Chirico

I get only easy,

yeah, I get on.

One look

at your red haired love,

one black tear shed,

and I get on.

The living's not easy,

the dirt and smoke

in the dreams of a hill,

the technicolours of ash,

in a night of bliss,

But I get on.

Days pass slowly,

nights get old,

the lines on my face

are bolder,

the glow on my hands is cold.

But I get on.

I needed speed once,

now I'm all alone,

I needed love once,

now I'm flat tyre

sulking on a cold desert road.

But I get on.

The sea's still waiting for me,

I'm walking it by,

the mermaids still sing for me,

but their spells don't work,

I shut them up high and dry.

But I get on.

I got one foot in the sand,

one time I'll grow a wing,

push these chains away,

and run with one leg to the sun,

fly face down to the land.

I might not be Ulysses,

I might not be Icarus,

I might not be a Pip

Not even an animal hero Aslan,

But I'll get on,

yeah, I'll get on.

That's all I fight to do,

I get on.