Ian Kelly Wiser Man
Bills are stacking, money's lacking, I'm poor
I can't take it anymore; I can't see an end to this
Pills and mornings, my baby's slamming the door,
She can't take it anymore; she is leaving with the kids
I used to have ideas and brainstorm, my head above the water
But now it just appears that, the rainstorm has overdrawn the river
Optimism, the credit prison, has floored
I'm going overboard, the chances that I've missed
I used to have ideas not brain storms, my head above the water
But now it just appears that, the rainstorms have overgrown the river
Fame is such a lonely game, forsaken when it's gone
When it's on, it can't last much longer
Pain is for the wiser man, I'm noteless when you're gone
When you're gone I can't be much stronger
An artificial flame, has lit some warmth in me
Now that you know my name and my melody
Glory, notoriety, as powerful as they may be
Won't take away my reason or my sanity
Aggravating, a fameless craving has grown
And now that I am strong
I'm scaring you away.
