Sixties Man

When he comes home he takes a long pause As he looks at himself and he outpours all the things he'd change about today He loves those shows about the rockstars He doesn't care that they all end up as drunks or dead He still wishes he was them But he knows within his heart he's much more smart than he is charming He knows he'll never be what he wishes for each day I guess he writes these songs, just for fun, he calls them love but he's never got to see it before He never learnt to roll a cigarette He sits in his room writing little songs and epithets That he calls a masterpiece and gives to his friend for release Calls a masterpiece and gives to his friend When he's all alone he sings with them Trying to forget that he's a sixties man at home Everywhere else he's monochrome Everyday he tries moving forward But then he hears that song and he says they're all living out his dream, So why on earth can't he Its cause he knows within his heart he's much more smart than he is charming He knows he'll never be what he wishes for each day I guess he writes these songs, just for fun, he calls them love but he's never got to see it before He never learnt to roll a cigarette He sits in his room writing little songs and epithets That he calls a masterpiece and gives to his friend for release Calls a masterpiece and gives to his friend