Just Another Statistic...

I am at work, listening to my music through one earphone. The other sits on the desk so I am still aware of my surroundings. A song comes blaring through the earpiece and suddenly, I wonder if Jackson Browne is singing for me (except for the part about finding a girl... me, I'd prefer to find a guy).

The song - 'The Pretender'.

Words I can relate to and I question if the song was written for me... or all the other statistics out there like me who have 'just settled' into a job, a life, a way of being that I hadn't hoped for or planned yet somehow it's where I am; where I've settled. 'What happened?', I ask myself... I had visions, and hopes and dreams. And here I sit, in an office, on a computer, making sense of my work, coming back day after day, knowing full well it's not where I want to be and certainly where I hope I'm not in 5 years time.

Say a prayer for the pretender....

Here's the lyrics -

I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I'll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I'll get up and do it again
Amen.
Say it again
Amen.

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening?
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it's the wink of an eye
When the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again
Amen.

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender.
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the Pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I'm gonna find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams
And then we'll put our dark glasses on
And we'll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We'll get up and do it again
Get it up again

I'm gonna be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
where true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender.
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender.

Say a prayer for the pretender
Are you there for the pretender?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Are you there for the pretender?
Are you prepared for the pretender?