Misanthropic Man Songtext

von Joan Osborne

Close enough to touch
Nothing I can see, but I am feeling
The presence of a ghost who haunts me still
Trapped between the walls of his illusions
Trapped with only time to kill
Here lies an actor with no drama
Here lies a leader with no plan
And I do not exist
But for one exception, I am nothing
But witness to this Misanthropic Man

Nothing else seems true
Nothing but to know this game we're playing
Nothing but this scene we're walking through
Nothing matters, even what he's saying
Nothing I could tell you

Here lies a thief confused by stealing
Here lies a player who can't jam
And I do not exist
But for one exception, I am nothing
But witness to this Misanthropic Man

So play another hand
Try to find some meaning in your chaos
There's no context fitting for you now
There's no tiny light to guide your footsteps
You want to take it all in hand, but

You're not the dealer at this table
You're not the one to call the dance
You're nearly obsolete
But for your existence, you are nothing
But a Misanthropic Man who lost his chance