Tin Man

you can't be like me
but be happy that you can't
i see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin manI'm as worn as a stone
I keep it steady as I can
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin manI miss it
I miss it (oh)
I miss that
feeling of feelingI used to fill the sky around
with happiness and joy
I had news to give the wind
to keep my sails and heart employedI felt people move around me
I felt loneliness and shame
back then everyday was different
now each moment is the sameI miss it
I miss it (oh)
I miss that feeling of feelingI miss it
I miss it (oh)
I miss that feeling of feelingthe feeling of feelingthe wind upon my face
and caring what it brings this way
the feeling of feeling
these minutes pass away
and caring what I do with them
baby bring me life or something elseso it goes a man grows cold
some would say a man grows strong
they say life only grows short
I say the road only grows longas long as there's a road
my feet will never touch the ground
if you won't give my heart back
I've no need to stick aroundI miss it
I miss it (oh)
I miss that
feeling of feelingthe feeling of feeling
the feeling of feeling