Every year is the same. And i feel it again. I'm a loser...no chance to win. Leaves start falling. Come down is calling. Loneliness starts sinking in. But i'm one. I am one. And i can see. That this is me. And i will be. You'll all see. I'm the one. Where do you get. Those blue blue jeans?. Faded patched secret so tight. Where do you get. That walk oh so lean?. Your shoes and your shirts. All just right. But i'm one. I am one. And i can see. That this is me. And i will be. You'll all see. I'm the one. I got a gibson. Without a case. But i can't get that even tanned look on my face. I'll fitting clothes. And i blend in the crowd. Fingers so clumsy. Voice too loud. But i'm one. I am one. And i can see. That this is me. And i will be. You'll all see. I'm the one. I'm the one. I'm the one.