(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 passing strangers who are standing where I fell

tell the truth: you never knew me, and in truth it's just as well