i used to be making future plans   as i would dance   at your funeral that's me   the superman i always wanted to be   pretending blindness   i didn't want to find this   something i left behind   but always with me   somehow protecting me   somehow trying to convince this blind man to see      blindside   what am i going to say   when you come my way   blindside   what am i going to do   when you come through      past present   how on earth did my lifestyle become this pleasant   basically i'm this kite   flying around in this great big night   birdman feeling free   but my strings attached to the man below me   if birdman wanted to fly on his own   he would be a slave to the storm      what am i going to do   what am i going to think   what am i going to say   when stand face to face with you   i will find the words   anyway   what am i going to do   what am i going to do   what am i going to do   if i don't   have you      can i   i won't   go on walking without