Lyric Back on My Feet

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 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

I don t need love
Though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
Til I m back on me feet
You re always telling me about my misery
I ve seen things you will 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 me feet
You re always telling me about my misery
I ve seen things you will never see
Don t pity me

I ll be right again
Be upright without you
I ll stand up again
Kick up a fuss again too

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

I don t need love
though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
Til I m back on me feet
You re always telling me about my misery
I ve seen things you will never see
Don t pity me

I ll stand up again
Kick up a fuss again too
I ll be right again
Be upright 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, though 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...