Reading the paper saw a review

Said I was a visionary

But nobody knew

Now that's been a problem

Feeling unseen

Just like I'm living somebody's dream

What am I doing anyway

Telling myself it's not too late

I'm not a young man but I'm a child in my soul

I feel there's room for a man who is whole

And there's a need for songs that are sung

For chances not taken for deeds not yet done

What am I doing anyway

Telling myself it's not too late

My children look away they don't know

What to say

My children look away they don't know

What to say

So that's been a problem

Feeling unheard

So called visions always deferred

It must be the reason I developed

This need

You know you should never believe

What you read

What am I doing anyway

Telling myself it's not too late

What am I doing anyway

Telling myself it's not too late

My children look away

They don't know

What to say

My children look away

They don't know

What to say