I've got no marketable skills,
'cept for holding a place
for someone better to come and fill,
someone who can run this race.
I've got nothing real to build on,
and no-where real to go.
no platform to try to reach the sun,
no tools to make it so.
I've got no faith to reach with,
no deity to reach for.
I'm just a lonely man upon a cliff
pretending he could be more.