Mr. Lawrence, Sir Songtext

von Al Stewart

What a strange man you are, Mr. Lawrence, sir
You seem to shun the very things other men prefer
The pleasures of good company, a woman's tender touch
They fade away mysteriously, never seem to mean that much

When I was young, I heard it said, the moment makes the man
I never did believe in that because I was always as I am
You carry around inside always the essence of your soul
What you are is what you do, 'cause it's what you can't control

Oh, what a strange life you've lead, Mr. Lawrence, sir
You rode a camel through the sun, tell me just why did this occur?
And when you reached that perfect fame, you threw it all away
I never seem to need it now, what more is there to say

Oh, what a strange man you are, Mr. Lawrence, sir
You threw away the trappings that position will confer
Rivalries and finaries, they only bring me down
I think I'll ride my motorcycle to the outskirts of town