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