Midlist Author - The Decemberists

I fell upon a Tuesday

When I had just got down to work

And everything went grey

So I caught a bus Wednesday

Thought a vacation well deserved

And all my edges frayed

Address your letters to:

Midlist author (midlist author)

You’re never the best but you’re never the worst

Why even bother (even bother)

You’ll never be last but you’ll never be first

Have another taste of fame

When they mispronounce your name

When they mispronounce your name

Strolled along the seaside

Among all the vulgar cheering crowds

And a boy cries for his dog

Stolen by a riptide (stolen by a riptide)

His mother explains he’s surely drowned

As he weeps upon a log

And all my readers sing, oh

Midlist author (midlist author)

You’re never the best but you’re never the worst

Why even bother (even bother)

You’ll never be last but you’ll never be first

Maybe one more glass of wine

Will make everything seem fine

Maybe everything will seem fine

And nobody’s taking chances

Oh, but those, all those dwindling advances

Get you down

They get you down…

Shuffling homeward

I checked the receiver on the phone

No messages returned

So I started up a new thing (started up a new thing)

Something about the sea, a boy, and his dog

And these were the first words:

«Dedication TK»

Oh, midlist author (midlist author)

You’re never the best but you’re never the worst

Why even bother (even bother)

You’ll never be last but you’ll never be first

Maybe novel twenty-two

Will make them all remember you