I am not the original one Working man's son Nine to five and I'm barely alive When the day is done Want to laugh a bit Want to cry a bit Want to make
I'm courageous but I'm weak sometimes Outrageous but I don't often show that side I can be selfish but I can be a saint sometimes You make me feel like
(Hold the line) Linin' them up I remember they shoot 'em Never dared dream that they'd shoot anyone Now I'm a simple man tied on the vine Caught up in
He sits by the bed Watches while she sleeps Her favourite book of poems lies Just beyond reach He walks to the doorway He turns before he goes She starts
On a muggy night in the north end in July A kid named Joseph Beeper Spence Took a shotgun blast to the back and died There by the CP tracks, along the
Lunatic fringe I know you're out there You're in hiding And you hold your meetings We can hear you coming We know what you're after We're wise to you
I'll be here When the lights go down And there's nothing left to see I'll be here When the shadows die And there's nothing left to fear When the lights
Another place in another time I'd know that face anywhere Without a trace and without a sign Anytime you could come to me In the night When you thought
You might feel you're a stranger Lost in a strange land You might be on a distant shore Don't know what they're having planned You might feel you're
The innocent and the poor They've got nothing to hide But the rich recite in numbers Their fear resounds in side Children starve by the millions The
We turned and stared out On the fields where we once layed And looked back on them for one last time Before the storm would break You cannot stand in
I was on patrol It was late at night I was checking the parameters To see if it was air tight All points clear looked like everything was alright Twelve
Stand too close I can feel her pull me in All the time here waiting Has been wasted in the wind Adjusted to your way And the corner of your stare You
Take away all my blues Fill me with good news When I'm used and torn You get me thru Nothing could thrill me more than When you're standin' there like
I dreamt I was a refugee Who lived outside of town My family in a barrio shack Battered and run down We had a friend from America Helped out, we took
Ask any stranger out on the boulevard Who is alone? They'll say it's me In any country, this road leads everywhere A road that leads down to the sea
Taking a vacation Don't know what I'll find Taking a vacation in my mind Taking a vacation Don't know what I'm gonna find there Stuck some clothes in
Take it as you find it Nothing is defined They all want a piece Until you've passed your prime CHORUS: No matter what you say What you say Someone's