I've been wandering 'round 'n' 'round
around a table that is round.
I bow down,
my knees in the cold ground
and I wander 'round 'n' 'round
around a wonder that is round
and I wonder
"Who am I?"
I could be mere lie
or maybe the hopeless groan of those who died
without ever being alive.
I could be just a scrap
of a crappy little crap,
a verse in a rap song.
I could be a short fairy tale,
one that's too long to be heard.
I could be the heart of everything
or I could be just nothing.
I'm probably just a small thing
but I'm shout it out loud
'cause I'm proud to be small
but bigger but than you'll ever be.
'Cause I'm the small unimportant thing
your eyes can't seem to see
and I'm just happy to be me.
