Only a Man

Sitting in my back garden, trying to find a way, talking to myself and thinking about the things that, I always say

Things are there to do, but the same things aren't there to be done, remembering the pieces of my mind, that have been missing for so long

I'm only a man, alone with the rush of the day, I'm only a man who's never seen the way

I don't worry much about nothing, unless it takes my blues away, at least I feel at ease when I'm looking at their lies with a smile in my face

Maybe when my curtain calls, I'll finally hold up my hands, I'll stop writing these songs, and admit that I'm just a man

I'm only a man, with enough to keep me on my feet, I'm only a man, who'd rather just catch up on sleep