The Nearly Man
Down here at the bottom
When you're staring at the top
There's a head full of ideas
But I'm only flesh and blood
On an aiderdown of glory
And a pillow of desire
I'm drifting on an ocean
As the waves wash through my mind
Something haunts us, kicks the stars from our skies
Blows the lights out with a whisper and sighs
If you're down down I'm down down
Well I was nearly me and you were nearly you
The nearly man was nothing, he was never any use
Beaten down by generations, of generations beaten down
There's nothing I can promise that my conscience will allow
Writer/s: Ian Broudie
