How many days will the wet weather last? I want to know will the clouds, when they roll back Reveal a man in an old mac Living on a park bench, sitting on his own? Cut to the rain as it runs down the glass Eventually through the lightning and thunder We see a man going under This is how it happens, this is what he said I don't need love Though temptation is sweet Give me your hand 'Til I'm back on my feet You're always telling me About my misery I've seen things you'll never see Don't pity me Focus in on the breath of a man Who takes a brown paper bag from his knapsack Between his whispers and wise cracks He's looking for permission, screaming at the sky I don't need love Though temptation is sweet Give me your hand 'Til I'm back on my feet You're always telling me About my misery I've seen things you'll never see Don't pity me I'll be right again Be upright without you I'll stand up again Kick up a fuss again too Cut back again to a girl walking by Until the feet that are all shoes and no socks Climb an invisible soap box Laughing at the traffic, shouting at the world I don't need love Though temptation is sweet Give me your hand 'Til I'm back on my feet You're always telling me About my misery I've seen things you'll never see Don't pity me I'll stand up again Kick up a fuss again too I'll be right again Be upright without you We see a life through the eyes of a man As he live and he dies by a simple tattoo I'll be back again When I land on my feet I'll stand up again Kick up a fuss again, wouldn't you? Well, there you go, though we tried hard to know him It's there on his face, he's a case where there's clearly no hope Give me your hand again 'Til I land again His face starts to fade as we pull down the shade And the picture we made is in glorious cinema scope I'll be back I'll be back I'll be back
How many days will the wet weather last? I want to know will the clouds, when they roll back Reveal a man in an old mac Living on a park bench, sitting on his own? Cut to the rain as it runs down the glass Eventually through the lightning and thunder We see a man going under This is how it happens, this is what he said I don't need love Though temptation is sweet Give me your hand 'Til I'm back on my feet You're always telling me About my misery I've seen things you'll never see Don't pity me Focus in on the breath of a man Who takes a brown paper bag from his knapsack Between his whispers and wise cracks He's looking for permission, screaming at the sky I don't need love Though temptation is sweet Give me your hand 'Til I'm back on my feet You're always telling me About my misery I've seen things you'll never see Don't pity me I'll be right again Be upright without you I'll stand up again Kick up a fuss again too Cut back again to a girl walking by Until the feet that are all shoes and no socks Climb an invisible soap box Laughing at the traffic, shouting at the world I don't need love Though temptation is sweet Give me your hand 'Til I'm back on my feet You're always telling me About my misery I've seen things you'll never see Don't pity me I'll stand up again Kick up a fuss again too I'll be right again Be upright without you We see a life through the eyes of a man As he live and he dies by a simple tattoo I'll be back again When I land on my feet I'll stand up again Kick up a fuss again, wouldn't you? Well, there you go, though we tried hard to know him It's there on his face, he's a case where there's clearly no hope Give me your hand again 'Til I land again His face starts to fade as we pull down the shade And the picture we made is in glorious cinema scope I'll be back I'll be back I'll be back
