HOW MANY DAYS WILL THE WET WEATHER LAST?
I WANT 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.
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,
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 UP RIGHT WITHOUT YOU.
I'LL STAND UP AGAIN, KICK UP A FUSS AGAIN, TOO, OH.
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.
SAID, I DON'T NEED LOVE, (I don't need love)
THOUGH TEMPTATION IS SWEET, (oh, so sweet)
GIVE ME YOUR HAND 'TIL I'M BACK ON ME FEET. (yeah, back on my feet)
YOU'RE ALWAYS TELLING ME (you're always telling me)
ABOUT MY MISERY
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 UP RIGHT 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, THO' 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 CINEMASCOPE.
I'LL BE BACK, I'LL BE BACK,
I'LL BE BACK.