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The Gray Man

The alarm was screaming one gray Monday morning
He looked in the mirror with sleepy eyes wondering
He searched through the fog and a face asked the question- where am I?
Who really loves me, what have I done?
Where should I be going, why do I do this
This water is murky why can't I see more clearly?

It finally hit him like a brick that morning
The red leaves and the frost a ghostly cold warning
The gray in his hair it told him the clock was really working
His feet found the sidewalks the same kind of gray
Numbly he paced though a typical day
And like any man wrestling alone with it all he went inward

Deep in the cavern back to the child
To the simpler times to the whens and the whiles
To those better people he'd surely be now -if he'd done what he wanted
And he heard the voices he hears every day
And they spoke like always and he knew what they'd say
Worse than silence they said nothing that mattered why was he listening?

Gray man walking through the black and white
It's painless it s pointless it's an innocent life
Hiding from darkness sheltered from light he's a gray man. He's a gray man

He got scared for a minute like a man on a ledge
Like some demon had found him and was pounding a wedge
In the one tiny crack in the big life-sized wall he'd been building
It stepped on his fingers as he clung to the cliff
For a moment he dangled and wondered what if
What if he was crazy, what if they were all wrong, what if he let go now?

Then it all went away as fast as it came
And he buried it deep in the gray of his brain
But the telltale heart it pounded and pleaded- I'm still in here
Now he walks through his life like a spy in a book
He s bored but he's frightened, he ll turn if you look
He's nobody special, he's a man on the street, he's a gray man

Pushed all his life like a horse he would run
On the edge of the knife at the point of the gun
Faster and harder he was strong, so strong he pretended
And he heard the voices he hears every day
And they spoke like always and he knew what they'd say
Worse than silence they said nothing that mattered - why was he listening?

Gray man walking through the black and white
It's painless it's pointless it's an innocent life
Hiding from darkness sheltered from light- he's a gray man. He's a gray man.

Gray man walking through the black and white
It's painless it's pointless it's a colorless life
Hiding from darkness sheltered from light- he's a gray man He's a gray man


(© 1986 by Harvey Reid)


As recorded on #108 "Circles"


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