He’s not who you say I am.
He’s got time on me.
He filled up songs for legends,
bumbled beaches with the dead.
Don’t care, or know, who you think I am.
I’d like to be just me.
He filled up songs for legends,
bumbled beaches with the dead.
Don’t care, or know, who you think I am.
I’d like to be just me.
If you would let me be.
A garage, up your nose, call the night the day.
Stand still as old wind blows,
Watch none of your changes stay.
You don’t hear a thing I say
it’s as if I’m not even here.
Did any of that ever happen?
Certainly not a dream.
Since the night the walls came down,
I don’t ever sleep.
Phonies face fantasy, they don’t know what’s real.
Face it. Phone reality or you won’t ever feel.
He’s not who they think I am.
I’d like to be just me.
Won’t make nothing out of something.
I won’t let it be.
He’s not who they think I am.
I’d like to be just me.
this is your life chuck johnson 