You know I love you but I can't see how lucky I am;   this is a pitiful tune.   You know I would be, but I won't see how lucky I am;   feel like a pitiful fool.   You know I love you but I can't see how lucky I am;   too busy looking, to find you.   And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I'm not sure;   feel like a pitiful fool of pitiful fools.      You know I love you but I can't see how lucky I am,   and you've got nothing to prove.   But am I ready or not? I just don't know what I've got --   one day I don't, one day I do.   You know I love you but I can't see how lucky I am;   sat on the fence, licking my wounds.   I know I should be a man, but I don't know who I am --   I'm the pitiful fool of pitiful fools.      You know I love you but I don't know when I'm lucky I am,   singing a pitiful tune.   I should be happy while your sunlight shines upon me, but    this is my favorite mood.   And I aspire to be free, but I don't know what it means;   in life I willfully lose.   I'm just a man; there's much I don't understand;   you're my beautiful clue, I'm the pitiful fool...