Back On My Feet
(McCartney/MacManus)
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          How many days will the wet weather last? 
          I want to know will the clouds 
          When they roll back 
          Reveal a man in an old mac 
          Living on a park bench 
          Sitting on his own? 

          Cut to the rain as it runs down the glass 
          Eventually through the lightning and thunder 
          We see a man going under 
          This is how it happens 
          This is what he said 

          I don't need love 
          Though temptation is sweet 
          Give me your hand 
          'Til I'm back on my feet 
          You're always telling me about my misery 
          I've seen things you'll never see 
          Don't pity me 

          Focus in on the breath of a man 
          Who takes a brown paper bag 
          From his knapsack 
          Between his whispers and wise cracks 
          He's looking for permission 
          Screaming at the sky 

          I don't need love 
          though temptation is sweet 
          Give me your hand 
          'Til I'm back on my feet 
          You're always telling me about my misery 
          I've seen things you'll never see 
          Don't pity me 

          I'll be right again 
          Be upright without you 
          I'll stand up again 
          Kick up a fuss again too 

          Cut back again to a girl walking by 
          Until the feet that are all shoes and no socks 
          Climb an invisible soap box 
          Laughing at the traffic 
          Shouting at the world 

          I don't need love 
          though temptation is sweet 
          Give me your hand 
          'Til I'm back on my feet 
          You're always telling me about my misery 
          I've seen things you'll never see 
          Don't pity me 

          I'll stand up again 
          Kick up a fuss again too 
          I'll be right again 
          Be upright without you 

          We see a life through the eyes of a man 
          As he live and he dies 
          By a simple tattoo 

          I'll be back again 
          When I land on my feet 
          I'll stand up again 
          Kick up a fuss again, wouldn't you 

          Well there you go, though we tried hard to know him 
          It's there on his face 
          He's a case where there's clearly no hope 

          Give me your hand again 
          'Til I land again 

          His face starts to fade 
          As we pull down the shade 
          And the picture we made 
          Is in glorious cinemascope 

          I'll be back... 


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