Texty: Paul McCartney. Back on My Feet.

How many days will the wet weather last?
I want to know will the clouds, when they roll back
Reveal a man in an old mac
Living on a park bench, sitting on his own?

Cut to the rain as it runs down the glass
Eventually through the lightning and thunder
We see a man going under
This is how it happens, this is what he said

I don't need love
Though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
'Til I'm back on my feet

You're always telling me
About my misery
I've seen things you'll never see
Don't pity me

Focus in on the breath of a man
Who takes a brown paper bag from his knapsack
Between his whispers and wise cracks
He's looking for permission, screaming at the sky

I don't need love
Though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
'Til I'm back on my feet

You're always telling me
About my misery
I've seen things you'll never see
Don't pity me

I'll be right again
Be upright without you
I'll stand up again
Kick up a fuss again too

Cut back again to a girl walking by
Until the feet that are all shoes and no socks
Climb an invisible soap box
Laughing at the traffic, shouting at the world

I don't need love
Though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
'Til I'm back on my feet

You're always telling me
About my misery
I've seen things you'll never see
Don't pity me

I'll stand up again
Kick up a fuss again too
I'll be right again
Be upright without you

We see a life through the eyes of a man
As he live and he dies by a simple tattoo

I'll be back again
When I land on my feet
I'll stand up again
Kick up a fuss again, wouldn't you?

Well, there you go, though we tried hard to know him
It's there on his face, he's a case where there's clearly no hope

Give me your hand again
'Til I land again

His face starts to fade as we pull down the shade
And the picture we made is in glorious cinema scope

I'll be back
I'll be back

I'll be back