What will they write about me?
What will the version be when all is said and done?
Will they remember all of the places seen, the poems lost
Or am I just wandering on? Yeah, I'm just wandering on
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
But I'm not the man...
I'm not the man... I used to be
So it all comes out in the wash
What would you see?
Tattered pages in the ink stained pockets of your jeans?
So I've come to pay my respects at the wake
I've buried it all and I'm dancing on my own grave
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
But I'm not the man...
I'm not the man... I used to be
Don't leave me behind
Don't leave me behind
Like I left you behind
There could be fewer days ahead than gone
And all I've spent are long since on my way
To learn that nothing comes for free
I had a lot of time to waste
I wrote the lines upon my face
Chasing down the shots they bought for me
And I'm not the man; I'm not the man
I'm not the man, but I used to be
I used to be my father's son
(I used to be) number one
(I used to be) paper and pencil
(I used to be) endless potential
(I used to be) Heaven and Earth
(I used to be) my net worth
(I used to be) one public, drunken moment
(I used to be) high paid and low rent
(I used to be) a man on a mission
My best chart position
The man in the mirror
You're proud of your cure
A new day, a new town
Your racehorse, your cash cow
'Til I let you all down
No, I want to be. I want to be
I just want to be