As I walk the misty city streets And reflect in the plastic metro seats
I'm struck by the mundane beauty And a sense of Daily duty
Where is the heroic Achilles? In one of the Industrial Cities?
Are we each a common hero? Or are most of us reduced to zero?
We may never know it may be subjective But we can all of us be more effective
All the evil hags and witches Have turned to common bitches
And everyone of them warlocks Has gone to make alarm clocks
But still we have our humdrum knights Take on the Office and Quarry fights
So there must be a sense of hope If each of us learn how to cope