I used to know exactly where I stood
But I haven't done what I said I would
Must be something underneath the hood
I don't want to be great
I just want to be good
Now no one's perfect, that is understood
I guess I should have chopped more firewood
It must be something from my childhood
I don't want to be great
I just want to be good
Woah, there goes the neighborhood
Leaving hurts, but not like staying would
Maybe some day I'll be like I should
I don't want to be great
I just want to be good