My name is unimportant nAnd my job you could call meannBut I like the work and I do it wellnThat's enough for me.nnI think there was a time when I nCould do, and did, much more.nI have dreams in which I captain the shipnAnd hear the ocean roar.nnI've lived alone for all I can remembernThat only means some six or seven years.nI would rather be nobody else,nI'm happy as I am.nnAll I need is in my waynAnd you see no one expects too much from me.nPeople cry, but no one asks me to advise them.nThey want to know but they don't ask me how.nnThat's for someone else and not for me, I don't know.nLucky me.nMy friends think that I should be trying nTo find out who I was.nnBut I feel that road would bring me painnAnd too much would be lost.nHow I am is how I'm meant to be now,nAnyhow there's things I see more clearlynnThan those whose heads are searching in the clouds to make discoveries,nAnd maybe fail to seenWhat's on the ground beneath their feet, not hard to find.nPeople cry, but no one asks me to advise themnnThey want to know but they don't ask me how,nThat's for someone else and not for me, I don't know.nLucky me.nNo one asks me to advise them.nnThey want to know but they don't ask me how.nThat's for someone else and not for me, I don't know.nLucky me - oh.