Background*

V1

Tucked away, hidden, out of sight,

it's as if I have the blight;

like a monster of the night,

not let into the light.

To shadow is my calling,

the caboose, I am hauling;

others get to go all-in,

they lead while I fall-in.

Chorus

Always in the background,

that is where I am found;

never the frontsman,

more like the Bradys' Jan.

V2

I'm just a bit player,

don't get to be the slayer;

perhaps I lack the flair

and I haven't a prayer

of getting the headline;

nothing to be known as mine,

no feast on which to dine;

I guess the stars just aren't aligned.

Chorus

V3

Always given the back seat,

no matter how long the fleet;

if places were food, like meat,

I'd get leftovers, such a treat!

No thanks to those doggy scraps

and the Grand Canyon-like gap;

since I can't be in Luxury's lap,

let's just go ahead and call this a wrap.

Chorus (x2)

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*This' finished, but I have no intention of doing anything with it; it was one of those songs I wrote/started as therapy, written when I was out-of-sorts about never leading a band song and always being relegated to just background vocals.