my tired face with a healing hand
Is there a blessing or a curse that
carries the weight of man?
The heartache of a sleeping world
Distorted by all the noise of time
Oh, in this complicated life of mine
I always feel I'm in decline
So I plumb myself beneath a tree
Is not what I thought life
And not what I thought life was
No dramas, only dust and joy
The pilgrims only progress
Cause they were ahead of the tide
All this troubled summer, I shall try
Oh, so I try to hold a conversation
I give it back for history
It's just that all the better
Dreams, oh, they trouble me
That's not what I thought
life would turn out to be
That's not what I thought my life would turn out to be
Oh, I'm living the dream,
It's not what I thought life
Oh, now I'm living the dream,
and what you're doing with me
Oh, and this complicated life of mine
I'll always feel I'm in decline