Letra de About The Rest
She’s highly strung and busy being someone’s full-time wife
And beauty-parlour sessions are her main pursuit in life
Her hands are always clad in gloves to keep away the germs
The dog under her arm looks like a rabbit – with a perm.

I see her as I sweep the floor in Ricky’s Bar & Grill
She’s walking past in 5 inch heels, strutting up the hill
I watch her pull a face, just as a bum passes her by
Right there I feel so lucky as I’m realising why

I feel good - in my faded jeans
I feel free - on the grass without my shoes on
I feel good – with my simple means
And if I’m wrong about the rest - so what!

I see him through the window of the internet-café
His name is Chuck or Bob – it changes every other day
He’s Super-, Bat- or Spiderman like all his virtual friends
‘cause online your identity don’t make no difference.

I think of all these people as I’m walking through a field
The smell of earth and cowshit underneath my shoes is real
And there’s no higher level, it’s as good as it can get
As long as dirt is dirty and the rain still makes me wet.

I feel good - in my faded jeans
I feel free - on the grass without my shoes on
I feel good – with my simple means
And if I’m wrong about the rest - so what!