Tin Man

You can't be like me But, be happy that you can't I see pain but I don't feel it I am like the old tin man I'm as worn as a stone I keep it steady as I can I see pain but I don't feel it I am like the old tin man I miss it I miss it, oh I miss that Feeling of feeling I used to fill the sky around With happiness and joy I had news to give the wind To keep my sails and heart employed I felt people move around me I felt loneliness and shame Back then everyday was different Now, each moment is the same I miss it I miss it, oh I miss that feeling of feeling I miss it I miss it, oh I miss that feeling of feeling The feeling of feeling The wind upon my face And caring what it brings this way The feeling of feeling The minutes pass away And caring what I do with them Maybe bring me love or something else (Whoa!) And so, it goes a man grows cold Some would say a man grows strong They say life only grows short I say the road only grows long But, as long as there's a road My feet will never touch the ground And if you won't give my heart back I've no need to stick around I miss it I miss it, oh I miss that Feeling of feeling (yeah!) I miss it I miss it, oh I miss that feeling of feeling The feeling of feeling The feeling of feeling