All my friends and my family are remarkable people,
they are nothing like the creeps in this town.
There is time still ahead of me, the last among equals,
I am keeping both my ears to the ground.
There is a feeling I've been getting
That I have earned the town and state that I am in
I cannot leave, my feet will stop me from stepping
I'd kiss the ground but I don't know where it has been
Oh no, there are reasons but I can't explain
Well I can but not to you.
Oh I'm getting better at the waiting game
And I don't wanna lose.
We are the products of circumstances
And we reflect the sort of people we have known.
Whether by blood or by extended olive branches
All these people have determined how we've grown.
And I said very tactfully there's a mineshaft
and a steeple and the otherwise indifferent middle ground.
All my friends and my family are remarkable people,
they are nothing like the creeps in this town