Based on the Susan Shwartz story "Getting Real" in Lawrence Watt-Evans' anthology NEWER YORK. I was a temporary worker at the time I read the story and was deeply moved.
Em D
Fading into the background
D7 Em
The love has spread too thin
Fading to unseen; unheard
Ignored by peer and kin
Drifting to the city
See people everywhere
Still they pass right through me
And I fight not to despair
CHO: Em D
And I'm looking for a place
D7 D
Lost in the race
Deep in a long, dark tunnel
Just a temp without a face
Looking for a place
For someone who will feel
Maybe a job, maybe a home
Maybe someday I will be real
Moving from temp to temp job
I try to earn some pay
Grasping at brief life feelings
And a dose of Realit‚
Working down on Wall Street
A prince's trod-on pawn
Try to prove I'm worthy
Try to prove that I belong
CHORUS
Finding my life's in danger
A slasher sheds my blood
Apostle comes to save me
Swap evil life for good
Finding for the first time
That sometimes people care
Dreams at last I'm reaching
Finally I know I'm there
LAST CHO:
Em D
And I've finally found a place
D7 D
Joined in the race
Up from the long dark tunnel
Now I'm real; come see my face
Finally found a place
Found people who can feel
I've found a job, I've found a home
I have finally become real