The wind till reminds
What’s behind me catches up
When I find myself residing
In the same place I woke up
Walking gives me wisdom
And standing never finds the words
The deaf man heard
So why am I still here?
Waiting for the anvils and pianos to appear
My confidence and common sense has
Questioned all that’s clear
I ignore my best advice
That lightning never strikes me twice
I can’t repeat myself again
Why am I still here?
Learning can’t define me
Unless I haven’t learned
Like suntan beauties
Sit and laugh until they burn
Living gives me freedom
To take and to mistake a love
For better or for worse
Why do I still stand
Trapped inside a man?