Anything Man

You feel fine, most of the time

Maybe once a week you crack a smile

And draw the curtains for some light.

And call me round.

Put on something special

You head out into the wild.

I'll be your night fever

I know you love the fire.

I'll be your personal preacher

Pray away your fright.

I'll be your Notre dame

I'll be your god damn anything

Anything man.

You feel wired

Half of the time

It's just the pills that make you quiet, but that's alright

We can just sit here if you like

Just call me round, barely in a month

I'm still waiting, here I am.

I'll be your night fever

I know you love the fire.

I'll be your personal preacher

Pray away your fright.

I'll be your Notre dame

I'll be your god damn anything

Anything man.

Anything man you want, I can be.

Your eyes make me wild

And your laugh kicks my heart in.