Not The Man

You`re not the man you used to be

I can tell that you still miss her

Mistress, lover, friend or fool

All offer you a shoulder.

Behind your back they`re running scared

One look can show a hundred words

I think you`re really searching now

While you glare and stumble on

The days they are escaping you.

If you reach a junction soon

You can ask for my direction.

Still if it`s dark inside your room

There`s no chance of my connection.

There`s no chance of my connection.