There's a man mopping his brow after
a Nobel-worthy experiment.
And there's a man mopping the floor after
he leaves.
There's a man who has a scoop on a
thrilling story.
And there's a man scooping ice cream,
yearning to find a thrill in it.
There's a man picking a new car,
a fiery red convertible.
And there's a man picking grapes,
his back burning on fire.
There's a man singing his lungs out for
thousands of people.
And there's a man singing away in the mines,
his lungs already out.
There's a man who makes life happen
with his wallet,
And there's a man who can't afford to,
a circumstance made by life.
There's a man.
And there's a man.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 10:51 PM UTC
There's a man mopping his brow after
a Nobel-worthy experiment.
And there's a man mopping the floor after
he leaves.
There's a man who has a scoop on a
thrilling story.
And there's a man scooping ice cream,
yearning to find a thrill in it.
There's a man picking a new car,
a fiery red convertible.
And there's a man picking grapes,
his back burning on fire.
There's a man singing his lungs out for
thousands of people.
And there's a man singing away in the mines,
his lungs already out.
There's a man who makes life happen
with his wallet,
And there's a man who can't afford to,
a circumstance made by life.
There's a man.
And there's a man.