Lyric Crucifiction Lane

(Trower / Reid)

You d better listen anybody, cos I m gonna make it clear
that my life is unimportant; what I ve done I did through fear
There s a river running through me: on its tide I tried to hide
nonetheless I could not shake it, and in the end it swept aside
all my feeble unimportance. I can t say it, never mind
Can t you hear me mother calling you? I m cold, I m deaf, I m blind
And if only cos you re lucky, we both know that s no find
I did think I d be an actor. What I am I ll leave behind

You d better listen anybody, cos it s me and you --that s it
and in case you find your maker perhaps you ll plead for us a bit
All my sick is in my stomach, all my sweat is clearly fear
and if you could see inside me I don t think you d have me here
Tell the helmsman veer to starboard, bring this ship around to port
and if the sea was not so salty I could sink instead of walk
And in case of passing strangers who are standing where I fell
tell the truth: you never knew me, and in truth it s just as well