Where Have All the Average People Gone
Searching for Normalcy: Where Have All the Average People Gone?
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The people in this city call me country
The city dwellers consider me rural or unsophisticated because of my demeanor.
Because of how I walk and talk and smile
My mannerisms, speech, and expression make them perceive me as someone from the countryside.
Well, I don't mind them laughing in the city
It doesn't bother me that people in the city find humor in this perception.
But the country folks all say I'm citified
However, rural individuals view me as too influenced by city life.
The fighting men they say that I'm a coward
Some aggressive individuals believe I'm timid because I don't engage in physical altercations.
Because I never push no one around
I'm seen as a troublemaker by gentle folks because I stand up for myself and won't back down from confrontation.
Gentle people call me trouble maker
People who are generally calm or non-confrontational label me as a disruptive force.
'Cause I'll always fight and stand my ground
My willingness to fight for what I believe in causes this perception among them.
Funny I don't fit
I don't seem to fit in any particular category or stereotype.
Where have all the average people gone?
Questioning the disappearance of people who are considered average or typical.
Some pious people point and call me sinner
Some religious or moralistic individuals view me as morally wrong or deviant.
Because to them I've never seen the lights
They perceive me as someone who hasn't embraced their moral or religious beliefs.
Other folks think of me as a preacher
Others see me as a spokesperson or advocate for certain beliefs or values.
I'm just doing what I think is right
I'm simply following my own moral compass and doing what I believe is right.
The wealthy people think that I am a hobo
Wealthy individuals consider me a vagrant because of my appearance and poignant songwriting.
Lean and hungry, writing mournful songs
I appear thin and hungry, writing melancholic songs.
And the poor, poor people think I am a rich man
Conversely, impoverished individuals perceive me as wealthy or prosperous.
But really, I'm just trying to get along
In reality, I'm simply striving to get by and survive.
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
I feel out of place or different from societal expectations.
Tell me where have all the average people gone?
Expressing curiosity about the disappearance of ordinary, typical individuals.
And the government has given me a number
The government has assigned me an identification number simplifying my existence from birth to death.
To simplify my birth and life and death
There's a bureaucratic simplification of my life cycle through this identification.
And still my woman thinks I'm awful important
My significant other holds me in high regard, comparing my importance to fundamental elements of life.
Like the moon and the sun and the sea and the sky and breath
They see me as crucial and essential, akin to the moon, sun, sea, sky, and breath.
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
Continuing to express a sense of not fitting into societal norms or expectations.
Where have all the average people gone?
Questioning the absence or disappearance of ordinary, average people once again.
Funny I don't fit
Reiterating the feeling of not conforming to societal standards or expectations.
Where have all the average people gone?
Expressing curiosity about the whereabouts of average, typical individuals once more.
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