Written by - Jim & Ingrid Croce

Perhaps I'll never show this world all I could be

I just can't sing to any man the song he wants to hear

And I know that some won't like me

Others try to be my friend

But I'm all of me, and that's all that I am



Chorus:

And if life is for the living

Then why can't men be real

'Stead of hidin' in their costumes

Forgettin' how to feel, forgettin' how to feel



We still live in a time when manners cover what is real

There's a basic fact of life that the times cannot conceal

That if some are masqueraders

Others live in their facade

But I'm what I am

I cannot be what I am not



Chorus



I may be too honest and offend those who pretend

I don't claim I'm always right, that I'm ev'rybody's friend

Perhaps for them it's easier to be what they are not

But I'm what I am, and I just can't play that part



Chorus