(I'm not, I'm not, I'm not Superman) (I don't know what's happening) They said, “Find a nice Clark Kent, The kind who listens, pays the rent He’ll take his glasses off one night, And show the man beneath the lie” Stories mislead you, like they always do, They make you dream of things untrue You thought you’d wake to something grand, But got a geek, not a Superman ’Cause Superman don’t live next door, He’s a rerun on channel four We take off ties and crack a beer, No cape, no flight, just “glad you’re here” You thought Clark was hiding more Turns out he’s just what you saw before Lois got the myth, that's true, The rest of you got rent past due I don’t leap bills in a single bound, I just pay late when they come around My fortress is this couch and phone, Defending this apartment all alone No laser eyes, no world to save, Just laundry piles and aftershave You wanted steel beneath the skin, But underneath, it’s just worn thin Maybe it’s cruel, the tales we’re fed, Of gods in love and words unsaid They sold us both that perfect dream, Of mortal men with super gleam No, Superman don’t live at home, He’s off where fantasies roam We’re just men with tired souls, Not heroes - we're just filling roles Lois got her miracle man, But we’re doing the best we can The suit’s at the cleaners, truth be known Superman’s never coming home He ain’t landing in your living room, No theme song, no sonic boom Just Clark, still Clark, the same old guy He is just trying to get by (I'm not, I'm not, I'm not Superman) (I don't know what's happening)
