Tin Man

You can't be like me

But be happy that you can't

I see pain but I don't feel it

I am like the old tin man

I'm as warm as a stone

I keep it steady as I can

I see pain but I don't feel it

I am like the old tin man

I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling

I used to feel the sky around

With happiness and joy

I had news to give the wind

To keep my cells and heart employed

I felt people move around me

I felt loneliness and shame

Back then every day was different

Now each moment is the same

I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling

I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling

The feeling of feeling

The wind above my face

And carrying what it brings this way

The feeling of feeling

The minutes pass away

And carrying what I do with them (Oh)

Maybe bring me love or something else

And so it goes, a man grows cold

Some would say a man grows strong

They say life only grows short

I say the road only grows long

But as long as there's a road

My feet will never touch the ground

And if you won't give my heart back

I've no need to stick around

I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling (Yeah!)

I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling

The feeling of feeling

The feeling of feeling