One of the Few

Somebody somewhere is saying to me Something that I already knew. Something in me fights to be free, some kind of déjà vu is telling me to get away for a little while to another place. I’m one of the few of the many, one of the famous unknown… a pressure valve already blown. I bide my time while I wait in line but I’m not quite sure what it’s all for. There’s a door in the distance that the queue’s leading to and everyone’s hoping they will get through. (I’m just) one of the few of the many, one of the famous unknown… a pressure valve already blown. Now that I’m here, there’s an arrogant wind that’s pushing and shoving round my idea till I fear that paradise ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. I look around me and I see (I’m just) one of the few of the many one of the famous unknown, (I’m just) one of the few of the many one of the famous unknown… a pressure valve already blown. One of the few of the many, one of the few (just lost in the crowd).