Humdrum

I've always had a fondness for this, the last song on the first side of Peter Gabriel's first solo LP. It works far better than it should, given the lyrics, which have some nice bits, including an arresting opening couplet, but which, overall, really desperately needed another draft. Still, if

I ride tandem with the random 
Things don't run the way I planned 'em

is rather overly clever, it does sum up the way the next several decades of Gabriel's life would seem to go.

I suspect PG himself would consider it, as with the magnificent concluding track, the majestic "Here Comes the Flood," rather overproduced by Bob Ezrin and, as in that case, the great artist would would be mistaken. This is big, pompous, overstuffed and it totally works.