Mere Mortal

Rumbles from the bottom of another afternoon

That feels empty, lost, abandoned, on its arse, without a hope

And the least assuming corner's sense of misery increases

All that's clung to is what could be 'round that corner

Yesterday's an age away but age won't take the force away

A force which has abilities to cripple, beat and stamp

Stamp it does, and on your chest's a foot outweighing what's been felt

And hope returns but manifests itself as want for somewhere else

What's a mere mortal to do?

To do?

Searching far and wide, kick up a fuss, a storm, a frenzy

Leaves one flustered and starved as though there is no other page to turn

'Cause everything seems blank without an explanation's cradle

And that corner still implies another greeting's on the table

And this greeting, though a prospect, might just keep one upright

Like a set of crutches, set aside for optimists to walk with

The foot that pins your body to the ground might in significance reduce

Because a foot's far from eternal

What's a mere mortal to do?

To do?

What's a mere mortal to do?

To-To-To-To-To do?

Questions seeking partners

Not always in existence

Without them, keep up questions

And find the comeback that suits you

If it comes pushing, let it through

Straight as an arrow, loop-de-loop

And find your own two ones make two

What else?

What's a mere mortal to do?

To do?

What's a mere mortal to do?

To-To-To-To-To do?

What's a mere mortal to do?

What's a mere mortal to do? What's a mere mortal to do? What's a mere mortal to do?

To do?

What's a mere mortal to do?

What's a mere mortal to do? What's a mere mortal to do? What's a mere mortal

To do?

To do?