Lyrics:

Reading the paper saw a review
Said I was a visionary, but nobody knew
Now that's been a problem feeling unseen
Just like I'm living somebody's dream

What am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too late

I'm not a young man but I'm a child in my soul
I feel there's room for a man who is whole
And there's a need for songs that are sung
For chances not taken for deeds not yet done

What am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too late

My children look away they don't know what to say
My children look away they don't know what to say

So that's been a problem feeling unheard
So called visions always deferred
It must be the reason I developed this need
You know you should never believe what you read

What am I doing anyway
Telling myself it's not too late

My children look away they don't know what to say
My children look away they don't know what to say