Nhạc sĩ: Paul Weller, Steve Cradock
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
The Man Who Never Was
The man who never was
Painted images of freedom
He never sold a lot
It wasn't what his public wanted
Still glides the stream
He played in scenes from dreams
Ignored his friends' divisions
Cleaned out dirty streets well
And worked to make things clearer
Still glides the stream
Still glides the stream
Still glides the stream
He saw the colors that he saw
The windmills by the lines
And the journey he'd made
Saw his footprints on the sand
Yes, he knew, but sooner or later
Yes, he knew, but sooner or later
Yes, he knew, but sooner or later
Yes, he knew, but sooner or later
Be careful with what you ignore
Look for greatness in the small
For the man who never was
Still knows what his public needed
Yes, he knows what his public needed
Still glides the stream
Still glides the stream
Still glides the stream
I raised him in time of long loss
The ancients in his help
Born in the thunder and lightning
The man who is never there
Still glides the stream
Still glides the stream
Still glides the stream
