Lletres:
John Hiatt Same Old Man

make a deal With the God of youth, with the man of steel Waving toodle-oo Now if I was young I might track you down But this old picture is all I found

No need to be explicit Anyone can see Injury was permanent The wound was really deep Doesn?t talk about it much I listen when she does And when she?s

It?s like I got two hearts with you baby Like I?ve got two ears It goes in one and out the other Whenever you are near A train of smoke and flames keeps

We were always happiest when we needed the least Who knew this love would turn in to such a feast Breakfast, lunch and dinner and a midnight snack I?m

I traced your arms as you laid spread out on the Sunday paper And looked like the crime scene of an angel ghost I heard the gate clatter to on the elevator

your eyes You can still cut me down to size Please take me as I am Honey I'm still the same old man Honey I'm still the same old man That you married

No need to be explicit Anyone can see Injury was permanent The wound was really deep Doesn't talk about it much I listen when she does And when she's

Sometimes I don't like being where I am No matter what I'd rather be in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine With a thousand paper cuts I'm uncomfortable

ever meet Thing with love is you can't store it Even when I was dead inside You saw somethin' to remind you Of the man I was tryin' to hide, The man