Here’s to the man who gives to the poor   With a hole in his pride you know   He only wants to give more   Here’s to the man who feels for the weak   The moral of this story is   You can never have too much, too late   Perhaps I need you   More than I appreciate you      We all feel a little danger    When there’s something in the air   We all feel a little hunger   When there’s nothing to care about   Perhaps I need you   More than you need me      Here’s to the man who deals with his life   Who is not insecure and will   Always try to do right   Here’s to the man who feels for the weak   The moral of this story is   You can never have too much, too late   Perhaps I need you   More than I appreciate you   I don’t know why you treat me like you do   You continuously break my heart   When you say I don’t understand you      We all feel a little danger    When there’s something in the air   We all feel a little hunger   When there’s something to care about   Sayin’ something, sayin’ nothing   You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth   I am facing north and you’re still facing south   Perhaps I need you   More than you need me