Here's to the man who gives to the poor With a hole in his pride you know He only wants to give more Here's to the man who feels for the weak The moral of this story is You can never have too much, too late Perhaps I need you More than I appreciate you
We all feel a little danger When there's something in the air We all feel a little hunger When there's nothing to care about Perhaps I need you More than you need me
Here's to the man who deals with his life Who is not insecure and will Always try to do right Here's to the man who feels for the weak The moral of this story is You can never have too much, too late Perhaps I need you More than I appreciate you I don't know why you treat me like you do You continuously break my heart When you say I don't understand you
We all feel a little danger When there's something in the air We all feel a little hunger When there's something to care about Sayin' something, sayin' nothing You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth I am facing north and you're still facing south Perhaps I need you More than you need me
