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

Many is hole

There is a need

For songs 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