The Shell

I′m a ghost, walking in a boring dream
You are there talking and I’m not listening
I am busy doing nothing and you′re rudely interrupting

It’s a myth and now I see it clearly
You don’t have to be sad to make something worth hearing
Now I′m common and content, one more burden off my back

You don′t wanna be a creator
Doesn’t mean you′ve got nothing to say
Put down the pen, don’t let it force your hand

I′m a ghost, walking on an empty street
No name anymore, no need to call for me
I’m a long-lost hometown hero, latent legendary past lives within me

If I had the offer to do it again
Make me invincible, invisible, or brain-dead
If the body and the life were two things that we could divide
I′d deliver up my shell to be filled with somebody else

You don’t wanna be a creator
Doesn’t mean you′ve got nothing to say
Put down the pen, don′t let it force your hand

You don’t wanna be a leader
Doesn′t mean you don’t know the way
Hold your own hand, walk on without a plan