There are times when I feel
Like all this could be real
Like a stone deep inside
I feel conceit, I feel pride
The mistake I often make
Is how serious I take
All my work and myself
When I know full well that really

I am irrelevant

I can see how that may come across in a way
That I sound insecure
Like I want to be reassured
But it's good, truly good
Just to have it understood
That what you done and what you got
They don't mean an awful lot, honest

I am irrelevant

I want to talk in every magazine
I want to grin on every TV screen
But come a day they're bury me
And it will be as if I've never been

I am irrelevant
The smallest speck of light
In an ocean of night