[Verse 1] I drove the long road home again past the mill, past the empty lot the radio was talking low about a storm that never got here [Verse 2] I am not young, I am not old I carry what I said I would the kettle sings, the window fogs and that is most of what there is [Chorus] Ordinary, ordinary let the ordinary hold me nothing here needs saving nothing here is lost [Verse 3] I told my brother on the phone that things are fine and mostly true he said the same, we let it stand the line went quiet, warm and blue [Chorus] Ordinary, ordinary let the ordinary hold me nothing here needs saving nothing here is lost [Outro] and that is most of what there is
