Pretty Good

Middle boy of 3 In a middle class family Grown up in an average life Went to church on Sunday Back to school on monday Living far from the edge of a knife Friends with the smart kids With much deeper pockets Fake it 'till you make it Maybe no one'll notice That I'm only... pretty good Comin' out of school I joined the military Signed up with the rank and file Follow all the orders Learn the rules of the game And ride the gravy train a little while Got some commendations No cause for celebration Workin' through a vacation Called separation 'Cause I'm only "pretty" good Well, I found myself a job In the corporate mob with some people I could call my own Workin' in a haze In the shadow of the rays Of accolades of my times long gone I'm playing second best now After all the rest now Why I'm here I don't know how I got no time to take a bow 'Cause I'm only "pretty good" I bought an electric guitar Learned a couple of chords And I played 'em 'till my fingers bled Sip a little whiskey While I strum my soul It's the only way to clear my head I get a little better Every time I play I don't make no money But do it anyway 'Cause at least I'm "pretty good"