Procol Harum - Crucification Lane Lyrics
(Trower Reid)You'd better listen anybody, 'cos I'm gonna make it clearthat my life is unimportant; what I've done I did through fearThere's a river running through me: on its tide I tried to hidenonetheless I could not shake it, and in the end it swept asideall my feeble unimportance. I can't say it, never mindCan't you hear me mother calling you? I'm cold, I'm deaf, I'm blindAnd if only 'cos you're lucky, we both know that's no findI did think I'd be an actor. What I am I'll leave behindYou'd better listen anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's itand in case you find your maker perhaps you'll plead for us a bitAll my sick is in my stomach, all my sweat is clearly fearand if you could see inside me I don't think you'd have me hereTell the helmsman veer to starboard, bring this ship around to portand if the sea was not so salty I could sink instead of walkAnd in case of passing strangers who are standing where I felltell the truth: you never knew me, and in truth it's just as well
