Without Expression (Don't Be The Man)

Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm

Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar

There are many things I'd love to turn you on to

But somehow I feel they're safer where they are

Well some people in bound infatuation

While some others spell depression as the law

Someone's mother getting no imagination

So beware then, baby, sin is at everyone's door

Don't be the man I know with no expressions lord

Ain't got none at all

Pity the man I know with no expressions lord

Ain't got none at all

But you'll never, no you'll never see this man laughing

Come to think of it, I've never seen this man cry

But you might by sitting quietly hear him singing

By and by, he'll stop and sigh, his voice will even start to speak and he will say goodbye

Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm

Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar

There are many things I'd love to turn you on to

But somehow I feel they're safer where they are