Real and Simple

Do you read me like I read you?

Words we've used and used to lie, mislead too

And sometimes I can't tell: do you know me so well?

Do you know me at all?

My father was the song of an immigrant

My mother died real young

It's hard to tell from whom I inherited

This fear of too much sun

But now I fear I'll grow a cancer in my cells

If I know the sun too well

As a kid I thought the world wouldn't notice

Any time I lied

But after years of tales the only thing that suffered

Was my plain and simple pride

And as I try to build a life

One that's real and simple

I'm troubled by this fear of mine

That life is but a ripple

And as I try to live a life

One that's real and simple

I'm troubled by this fear of mine

That life is but a ripple

Do you read me like I read you?

Words we've used and used to lie, mislead too

And sometimes I can't tell: do you know me so well?

Do you know me at all?