(trower / reid) You'd better listen anybody, 'cos i'm gonna make it clear That my life is unimportant; what i've done i did through fear There's a river running through me: on its tide i tried to hide Nonetheless i could not shake it, and in the end it swept aside All my feeble unimportance. i can't say it, never mind Can't you hear me mother calling you? i'm cold, i'm deaf, i'm blind And if only 'cos you're lucky, we both know that's no find I did think i'd be an actor. what i am i'll leave behind You'd better listen anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's it And in case you find your maker perhaps you'll plead for us a bit All my sick is in my stomach, all my sweat is clearly fear And if you could see inside me i don't think you'd have me here Tell the helmsman veer to starboard, bring this ship around to port And if the sea was not so salty i could sink instead of walk And in case of pa**ing strangers who are standing where i fell Tell the truth: you never knew me, and in truth it's just as well