Tin Man

You can't be like me

But, be happy that you can't

I see pain but I don't feel it

I am like the old tin man

I'm as worn as a stone

I keep it steady as I can

I see pain but I don't feel it

I am like the old tin man

I miss it

I miss it, oh

I miss that

Feeling of feeling

I used to fill the sky around

With happiness and joy

I had news to give the wind

To keep my sails and heart employed

I felt people move around me

I felt loneliness and shame

Back then everyday was different

Now, each moment is the same

I miss it

I miss it, oh

I miss that feeling of feeling

I miss it

I miss it, oh

I miss that feeling of feeling

The feeling of feeling

The wind upon my face

And caring what it brings this way

The feeling of feeling

The minutes pass away

And caring what I do with them

Maybe bring me love or something else

(whoa!)

And so, it goes a man grows cold

Some would say a man grows strong

They say life only grows short

I say the road only grows long

But, as long as there's a road

My feet will never touch the ground

And if you won't give my heart back

I've no need to stick around

I miss it

I miss it, oh

I miss that

Feeling of feeling (yeah!)

I miss it

I miss it, oh

I miss that feeling of feeling

The feeling of feeling

The feeling of feeling