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 dreamWhat am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too lateI'm not a young man but I'm a child in
my soul
I feel there's room for songs that
are sung
For chances not taken for deeds not
yet doneWhat am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too lateMy children look away they don't know
what to say
My children look away they don't know
what to saySo 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 readWhat am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too lateMy children look away they don't know
what to say
My children look away they don't know
what to say