There's a Man

There's a man, he's locked up and he's looking through the glass. He's a man, who laughs too fast when people walk on past. He thinks a lot, thinks people rot when they don't think enough. Examines life, he knows he's right While writing through his stuff. While the people swim in oceans... the salty shiver beaches... all the people feeling more than he'll Ever Know. There's a man, he's closed off and he writes his book at last. Talks about, the sea breeze and the gulls that fly on past. He thinks a lot, thinks all we've got to do is make some sense. His metaphors, are such a bore perhaps my skull's too dense. While the people swim in oceans... the salty shiver beaches... all the people feeling more than he'll Ever Know. There's a man, who pressed his hand against the window pane. Never dove, into the sea or smelled the musty rain. He thinks a lot, about the man he makes up on the page. He writes a song, thinks nothing's wrong when he's inside a cage. While the people swim in oceans... the salty shiver beaches... all the people feeling more than he'll Ever Know.