One Of Us

I heard a song today.
It came from an unlikely place,
But said what we'd decided to say
Like it was written by one of us.

Not much left that's gray.
We stopped the dance and stared at Fate,
Our third wheel that wouldn't go away,
Lingering like it was one of us.

So we took our leave and our separate ways,
Finally, with some parting grace.
More could be said, but I'll simply say

It was good to be
One of us.