I'm sick without a sign for compensation
I'm stumbling on a level field of play
I'm hopeless with a hint of accusation
And I have no words I want or need to say
I'm on my way
I'm indifferent to time and old age
They never would have spared me anyway
I'm the shadow around the spotlight on your stage
And there is no room for me to sing or play
You're in the way
I'm walking but it's backwards with a limp
I simply am too tired for this ground
I'm talking but you're laughing at the lisp
But there is no need for kindness anyhow
I'll come around
Now, I guess I must have lost my reputation
And it's not a very graceful thing to do
But I'm a stranger in a state of desperation
And they bring me like a broken clock to you
I'm coming through