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
My children look away they don't know what to say
My children look away they don't know what to say

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