Spent far too long in his burly shadow
Writing away, mistaken most definitely for the wrong guy
Whatever the blasted weather
Don’t mind too much, can even as much as use the confusion as something of a makeshift crutch
I need to get people talking, turning their eye to a new kind of talent, chalk it all up
I want to be recognised in my own right, not be giving people a fright as soon as they see me
An utter letdown