Townshend: I'm One

Every year is the same
And I feel it again.
I’m a loser, no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling
Loneliness starts sinking in.
But I’m one
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me And I will be,
You’ll all see, I’m the one.
Where do you get
Those blue, blue jeans,
Faded, patched, secret so tight?
Where do you get
That walk oh, so lean? But I’m one, etc.
I got a Gibson
(Without a case)
But I can’t get that even-tanned look on my face.
Ill-fitting clothes
And I bend in the crowd
Fingers so clumsy,
Voice too loud.
But I’m one, etc