If I was a man
If I was a man,
I'd be coming and taking you by the hand.
I'd say, "Darling, what is this all about?"
I can see you being sucked into
The gripping, gritty, brown of the sinking sand.
And I'll use all of my strength
To pull you up, and drag you all the way out.

Maybe reality bites you
'cause it likes you.
Maybe it strikes you so hard,
'case it wants you to feel.
You can sure trust it more
Than anything you score,
I have not seen a key
In the shape of a needle, yet.

In the words of Neil Young,
I've seen the damage done,
But we've all heard of damage repair.
And they say you must go
To the lowest you'll go,
I don't know if you've already been there.
But I've seen you low,
And I've seen you high,
And a mixture of both shone through shame
In your eyes,
When I saw you that day
Killing time, on the side,
Is it boredom, or pain
From which you try to hide?