Life's not boring, it's just ordinary; like birds at rest inside a sanctuary where the ancient meets contemporary,
Life's not usual, it's ordinary.

Life's not futile, it's just ordinary,
If love is free and substitutionary pain is bearable and momentary,
Life's not typical it's ordinary.

Life's not predictable, it's ordinary,
The here and now is only temporary,
For a futuristic visionary, life's not fleeting, it's just ordinary.