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The Gray ManThe alarm was screaming one gray Monday morningHe looked in the mirror with sleepy eyes wondering He searched through the fog and a face asked the question- where am I? Who really loves me, what have I done? Where should I be going, why do I do this This water is murky why can't I see more clearly? It finally hit him like a brick that morning The red leaves and the frost a ghostly cold warning The gray in his hair it told him the clock was really working His feet found the sidewalks the same kind of gray Numbly he paced though a typical day And like any man wrestling alone with it all he went inward Deep in the cavern back to the child To the simpler times to the whens and the whiles To those better people he'd surely be now -if he'd done what he wanted And he heard the voices he hears every day And they spoke like always and he knew what they'd say Worse than silence they said nothing that mattered why was he listening? Gray man walking through the black and white It's painless it s pointless it's an innocent life Hiding from darkness sheltered from light he's a gray man. He's a gray man He got scared for a minute like a man on a ledge Like some demon had found him and was pounding a wedge In the one tiny crack in the big life-sized wall he'd been building It stepped on his fingers as he clung to the cliff For a moment he dangled and wondered what if What if he was crazy, what if they were all wrong, what if he let go now? Then it all went away as fast as it came And he buried it deep in the gray of his brain But the telltale heart it pounded and pleaded- I'm still in here Now he walks through his life like a spy in a book He s bored but he's frightened, he ll turn if you look He's nobody special, he's a man on the street, he's a gray man Pushed all his life like a horse he would run On the edge of the knife at the point of the gun Faster and harder he was strong, so strong he pretended And he heard the voices he hears every day And they spoke like always and he knew what they'd say Worse than silence they said nothing that mattered - why was he listening? Gray man walking through the black and white It's painless it's pointless it's an innocent life Hiding from darkness sheltered from light- he's a gray man. He's a gray man. Gray man walking through the black and white It's painless it's pointless it's a colorless life Hiding from darkness sheltered from light- he's a gray man He's a gray man (© 1986 by Harvey Reid)
As recorded on #108 "Circles" |