I am not extraordinary in any way
But that is not to say I feel at home
We are only travelers beside the road
Each of us must walk alone
If you believe
You're not a slave
Tied to the rails
(That were) chosen for you
Just take my hand
We'll make a way
Through all the noise
Back to the way things were before
My imagination's in a dangerous place
But maybe I should tell you anyway
Sometimes it is easier to strike an enemy
Directly in the face
If you were to try and fail
I would not be disappointed
You're the only person I know
To get this far
I used to think this was a dream
Or something similar to sleep
But I don't think imagination
Could have drawn you up
You might be extraordinary