She's walking down Mount Auburn street near her old school
And the soundtrack in her head says this is the part where she looks cool
But if Miss Slick Chick is the star of her own movie
Why do passersby pass her by and miss that she is groovy?
It's not like she is some kind of hero here
And it's just by wearing those jeans she can fool herself into thinking
She is known, she's unknown
Anonymity Jane knocking at the door of great things
Every day that goes under the bridge tells a different story
Jane takes careful notes in her diary
But the budding Shakespeare's muse can sometimes get a little muddy
And eternal lines to time is not the path for everybody
The late, great Shakespeare is a big hero here
He doesn't need a pair of jeans to remind himself
He is known, he is known
Anonymity Jane, what would she give for such fame
The star-crossed lovers didn't last very long
Though their ghosts may wander through the latest pop song
Looking up to the common sky Jane might find the revelation
You don't get around mortality by thinking in the third person
It's not like I am some kind of hero here
And it's just by wearing these jeans I can fool myself into thinking
I am known, I'm unknown
Anonymity Jane is my middle name
But if the rock we kick will outlast fame
Then what we crave is our neighbor's grave
It's not like we will outlast the air we breathe
Though to hear the tales we tell we'd fool ourselves into thinking
We are known, we're unknown
Anonymity Earth at the edge of the universe
Anonymity Earth calling out to the universe
