Reading the paper saw a review   Said I was a visionary, but nobody knew   Now that's been a problem   feeling unseen   Just like I'm living somebody's dream      What am I doing anyway   Telling myself it's not too late      I'm not a young man but I'm a child in   my soul   I feel there's room for songs that    are sung   For chances not taken for deeds not   yet done      What am I doing anyway   Telling myself it's not too late      My children look away they don't know   what to say   My children look away they don't know    what to say      So that's been a problem   feeling unheard   So called visions always deferred   It must be the reason I developed   this need   You know you should never believe   what you read      What am I doing anyway   Telling myself it's not too late      My children look away they don't know   what to say   My children look away they don't know   what to say