Caught Me Lyrics - Singles - Brendan Adams

The useless man puts out his hand to paint dreams on a canvass o fair 

And I understand for it is my soul that paints him right there 

I drop a coin into his cup as I walk on by 

And he says to me you will be free the moment you decide 

And I go on my way 

Like a victim of the day 

That working class has caught me 

I'm planning my escape 

And though most folk ignore me 

I'll soon be on my way 

I'll soon be on my way 

The early mornings and late nights 

Cut lines into my skin 

And I tread the sidewalk to a rhythm 

That never ends 

But I meet a smile that breaks the noise 

In my masquerade 

Now I can ignore what lies in store with the grief of a working day 

I see dreams and other ways 

But still a victim of the day