Hey, man, don't look so scared.
|
You know I'm only testing you out.
|
Hey man, don't look so angry,
|
you're real close to figuring me out.
|
|
We are a part of a circle.
|
It's like a mobius strip,
|
and it goes round and round until it loses a link.
|
And there's a shadow in the sky and it looks like rain,
|
and shit is gonna fly once again.
|
|
Hey, man, we look at each other with ample eyes,
|
so why not some time to discover what's behind your eyes?
|
I've got so many questions that I want to ask you.
|
I am so tired of mirrors- pour me a glass of your wine!
|
|
And there's a shadow in the sky and it looks like rain,
|
and shit is gonna fly once again!
|
I've got a bunch of government cheques at my door.
|
Each morning I try to send them back but they only send me more.
|
I look at myself in the mirror; am I vital today?
|
Hey, man, I let my conscience get in the way!
|
|
And there's a shadow in the sky , and it looks like rain,
|
and shit is gonna fly once again,
|
and I don't mean to rain on your parade,
|
but pathos has got me once again...
|
and I don't want ambivalence no more,
|
I don't want ambivalence no more,
|
I don't want ambivalence no more,
|
no I don't want ambivalence no more!
|
|
-----------------
|
Hey, Man
|
| Nelly Furtado |
