Everyone knows I was born on another planet,
Sent rocketing down from among the stars.
They're so fixated on that, they forget that I was
Raised in the wheat fields, like Pete and Lana.
It doesn't take wisdom from the gods,
Or being the world's greatest detective
To hear the hayseed in my voice.
But I guess people don't want to believe
That the Man of Steel was forged by farmers,
That an alien allergic to glowing green gems
Has anything in common with the people he saves.
They don't know that those radioactive rocks
Come from a planet that no longer exists.
Technically, I'm a refugee
Whose own homeworld is poison to him.
The only planets I belong to now
Are the Daily and the Blue Marble.
Just because I fly over everyone's heads,
Doesn't mean I'm not one of them.
I might be super, but I'm also just a man.