Testo di 'Misanthropic Man' di Joan Osborne

Close enough to touchÂ
Nothing I can see, but I am feelingÂ
The presence of a ghost who haunts me stillÂ
Trapped between the walls of his illusionsÂ
Trapped with only time to killÂ
Here lies an actor with no dramaÂ
here lies a leader with no planÂ
And I do not existÂ
But for one exception, I am nothingÂ
But witness to this Misanthropic ManÂ

Nothing else seems trueÂ
Nothing but to know this game we're playingÂ
Nothing but this scene we're walking throughÂ
Nothing matters, even what he's sayingÂ
Nothing I could tell youÂ

Here lies a thief confused by stealingÂ
Here lies a player who can't jamÂ
And I do not existÂ
But for one exception, I am nothingÂ
But witness to this Misanthropic ManÂ

So play another handÂ
Try to find some meaning in your chaosÂ
There's no context fitting for you nowÂ
There's no tiny light to guide your footstepsÂ
You want to take it all in hand, butÂ

You're not the dealer at this tableÂ
You're not the one to call the danceÂ
You're nearly obsoleteÂ
But for your existence, you are nothingÂ
But a Misanthropic Man who lost his chance