Back On My Feet by Paul Mccartney
How many days will the wet weather last?
I want to 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 to 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 my feet
You're always telling me
About my misery
I've seen things you'll 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 my feet
You're always telling me
About my misery
I've seen things you'll 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
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