Just the man

I’m standing in the dock
ships are crossing waters, going to nowhere
I’m feeling cold like an stone, brave as water on the rain
It’s the price to be the man behind the scene

Winds are whispering words I that forgot long time ago
voices from nowhere they tell me things that I won’t know
I’m standing on the edge, see the life on the same frame
It’s the luck to be the man behind the scene

Coloured skies
Praising storm
Flames are burning on the top of highest dome
Purple lights
Smell of gasoline
Just like you I’m the man behind the scene
I’m not more that just the man behind the scene

Winds are whispering words that I forgot long time ago
voices from nowhere they tell me things that I won’t know
I’m standing on the edge, I see the life on the same frame
It’s the luck to be the man behind the scene

Coloured skies
Praising storm
Flames are burning on the top of highest dome
Purple lights
Smell of gasoline
Just like you I’m the man behind the scene
I’m not more than just the man behind the scene

I’m not more than just the man
I’m not more than just the man
I’m not more than just the man
I’m not more than just the man

© Words & Music by Ian Lints