I’ve arrived at the station of plain enough man
Somewhere between the remarkable and also-ran
A face that gets smiled at in passing in stores
That opens enough though it don’t open all of the doors
A face that’s decent and does what it should
Plain enough is my familiar neighborhood
Plain enough, and it took me some time
Plain enough to accept what is mine
Not the beautiful face, not the room-shifting glow
Plain enough and I’m starting to know
That a plain enough face with enough of the rest
Plain enough can still build the best
I used to want the other guy’s sharp cut of jaw
Used to watch the beautiful ones and just stare in awe
Wished for the eyes, the height, the frame
Now I just live in my own ordinary plain
And find it sufficient for what I need
Plain enough is a late-arriving creed
The beautiful fade and the plain-faced men
Find that the years are great equalizers and then
The face that you fought against starts to just be
The face that holds everything that is me
And plain enough feels almost exactly right
Plain enough living in my own plain light