Michael Lyrics - Singles - Dan Mills

He ties his bags around his thighs 

Newspaper bags filled with newspaper lies 

And combs his hair, straightens his tie 

But the people still stare the people want to know why 

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life 

After all these years when she was alive 

He stood in the corner and he built a disguise 

Now that she's gone, the house won't rise 

So he sits on a milk crate with a handsaw to the sky 

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life 

So don't call me man, don't call me boy anymore 

Take or leave your crown behind and I'll cry your name in war 

And there's rocks in windows that Michael threw 

And this weeks window...it's for you 

He dropped out of Amherst in his second year 

And now he's digging holes for the state 

And he lays so still in the morning chill 

'Cause he's having trouble sleeping late 

And he pours down the concrete on 7th street 

And the children come up slow with open hands 

And as they set them in, he's ashamed within 

'Cause he knows that once they walk away he'll just go fill it up again 

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life 

Oh and I should go, but can I stay? 

Just one more song and I'll be on my way 

Don't' call me man don't call me boy 

Don't call me man don't call me boy 

When he lost his home, and his face grew thin 

He traded her dresses for a used violin 

And when he raised the wood and touched it to his chin 

He whispered who I am, ain't nothing like the wasted man I've been 

He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life 

Far away we go 

We go far away 

We go so far that you can't even see us grow