Could somebody give me an answer?
A solution to fill up my space.
As I take a peep out of the hole in my window,
I see a land that is filled with disgrace.
Now is it me, or did it used to seem better?
Now a tear grows in every man's eye,
But the tear never once reached the surface.
And the tree which I climbed, slowly dies.

Is that what its all about,
Hiding our feelings away?
Let the problem be that of another man,
I'm living my life in this way.
Far away from a troubled face,
Is that what its all about?

A cure ain't been found for my problem just yet.
Behind the wrought iron gate, it is there, I bet.
But the key got a caught in a fishermans net,
With a dolphin the boy wanted, for his pet.
Well I know I ain't getting no younger;
Pretty soon, I guess, I'll be extinct.
And all that I'll leave to remember,
Is this problem I once paused to think.

Is that what its all about,
Hiding our feelings away?
Let the problem be that of another man,
I'm living my life in this way.
Far away from a troubled face,
Is that what its all about?

Put it behind you,
Turn a blind eye.
Though you always know that it's here.
Living your life through the line of defence.
I stand for myself, is that what its all about?

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): MARK OWEN