Back On My Feet

How many days will the wet weather last? I want to 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 to 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 my feet   You’re always telling me about my misery I’ve seen things you’ll 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 my feet   You’re always telling me about my misery I’ve seen things you’ll 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 my feet   You’re always telling me about my misery I’ve seen things you’ll 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   I’ll be back again   When I land on my feet   I’ll stand up again   Kick up a fuss again wouldn’t you   Well there you go though we tried hard to know him   It’s there on his face   He’s a case where there’s clearly no hope Give me your hand again   ’Til I land again   His face starts to fade   As we pull down the shade   And the picture we made   Is in glorious cinemascope   I’ll be back...