| 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 |