Mr. Nobody - Johnson Crook, Tom Cochrane

She came back on the Brooklyn breeze

Blowin' through the willow trees

Selling her wares off of balconies

But I am still Mr. Nobody

He came through town on the crest of a wave

Crocodile boots, he’s feeling brave

Hometown hero’s got the streets to pave

But he still fears the day

All my life I’ve been singing these words

Trying to make a dime

Fill up the tank with gasoline

Drive until I loose my tires

All caught up with everything else

This time I’ll just be me

But I don’t feel sad

Being Mr. Nobody

Well I’m holding on to the very last rung

From the tip of my toes to the tip of my tongue

All the letters felt overdone

But I’m still waiting to feel the sun

So I’m making amends from where I sit

Kicking old habits, making‘ em stick

From the rocking chair to the casket

I’ll be strumming along till I’m a silhouette

All my life I’ve been singing these words

Trying to make a dime

Fill up the tank with gasoline

Drive until I lose my tires

All caught up with everything else

This time I’ll just be me

But I don’t feel sad

Being Mr. Nobody

All my life I’ve been singing these words

Trying to make a dime

Fill up the tank with gasoline

Drive until I lose my tires

All caught up with everything else

This time I’ll just be me

But I don’t feel sad

Being Mr. Nobody

She came back on the Brooklyn breeze

Blowin' through the willow trees

Selling her wares off of balconies

Oh I am still Mr. Nobody

Oh I am still Mr. Nobody