Lyrics

That man is on all fours in the field, but I'm not His woman is soaked cooking all of his meals, but I'm not His boy's in the backyard picking up toys, but I'm not I'm stuck in a prison wishing I was them, but I'm not Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... That man is in all the photographs, but I'm not The world keeps spinning and pushing ahead, but I'm not I'm like a homeless man praying for change Waiting for the man with the key to unlock my pain But oh well... Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... You're free if you want it You're free if you want it Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... Oh well... Oh why...