By Paul McCartney & Declan Mac Manus



How many days will the wet weather last?

I want 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 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 me feet

You're always telling me about my misery

I've seen things you will 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 me feet

You're always telling me about my misery

I've seen things you will 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 me feet

You're always telling me about my misery

I've seen things you will 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...