I am no superman!

Out the door 

Just in time

Head down the 405

Gotta meet the new boss by 8 am

The phone rings in the car

The wife is workin hard

She runnin late tonight again

Well I know what I've been told

U gotta work to feed the soul

But I can't do this all on my own

No I know

I'm no superman

I'm no superman

And you've got your love online

U think you're doin fine

But you're just plugged into the wall

And that deck of tarot cards

Won't get u very far

There ain't no hand to break your fall

Well I know what I've been told

U gotta know just when to fold,

But I can't do this all on my own

No I know

I'm no superman

I'm no superman

You've crossed the finish line

Won the race but lost your mind

Was it worth it after all?

I need u here with me

Cause love is all we need,

Just take a hold of the hand that breaks the fall

Well I know what I've been told

Gotta break free to break the mold

But I can't do this all on my own

No I can't do this all on my own

No I know 

That I'm no Superman

I'm no superman

I'm no superman

(Some day we'll be together)

I'm no superman

(Some day) 

(Someday we'll be together)

(Someday)

I'm no superman

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
   And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
   If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
   And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
   And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
   And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
   To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
   Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
   Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
   If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
   With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the earth and everything that's in it,
   And — which is more — you'll be a Man, my son!

                                    - Rudyard Kipling