And I, I don’t even know my real name
How do you cope with a thing like that?
I’m on a shelf an article labeled
Kept the secret from me, they thought it was shameful
I’m down, no one to hear me calling
I’m down
I always thought it was my dad who went to war
I’m down no one to hear me calling
I’m down
My pseudo-brother Billy emigrated long ago
I’m down
Life came easy it all fell in line
It hurt me so to be the last one to know
When you’re used to one thing
Waiting for someone to fetch me from lost and found
Someone I should know
Left on their own, couldn’t afford to clothe me
Thought it was my sister who fell off the wall
Though my legs won’t move, I feel disabled
It’s hard to accept another
I’m down, no one to hear me calling
Someone went through pain to have me
I’m down
Like the woman who brought you up
I’m down, no one to see me falling
I’m down
I’m down, no one to see me falling
Had my ways with days of sunshine
To the folks who brought me up, I’m not ungrateful
I’m down
I’m down no one to see me falling
But then again I didn’t realise
But I’ve got no notion of moving from where I am
Well, she ain’t your mother
I’m down
Maybe someone’s out there looking for me
