Thursday, March 19, 2009

Madman.

There's a man by my window,
Said he wanted the world.

I thought that he was crazy,
And I might have misheard.

He said was willing,
To pay any price.

As long as he saw,
Every ray of sunrise.

Oh who am I to tell him,
That it cannot be done.
After all I have taken,
And all I have won.
Maybe he's crazy,
But I think he has a plan,
I'm beginning to wonder,
Which one is the Madman.

So I walked down the hallway,
And made for my car.

The man said he wanted,
A piece of a star.

I thought maybe this time,
He must surely be mad.

But he asked what he wanted,
So he wont be so sad.

Oh who am I to tell him,
That it cannot be done.
After all I have taken,
And all I have won.
Maybe he's crazy,
But I think he has a plan,
I'm beginning to wonder,
Which one is the Madman.

So I turned the key,
And I drove down the road.

The night she was biting,
Freezing and cold.

And the man sat beside me,
I didn't believe my eyes.

This time he told me,
He wanted the skies.

Oh who am I to tell him,
That it cannot be done.
After all I have taken,
And all I have won.
Maybe he's crazy,
But I think he has a plan,
I'm beginning to wonder,
Which one is the Madman.

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