Tin Man

You can't be like me
But be happy that you can't
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I'm as warm as a stone
I keep it steady as I can
I see pain but I don't feel it
I am like the old tin man
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I used to feel the sky around
With happiness and joy
I had news to give the wind
To keep my cells and heart employed
I felt people move around me
I felt loneliness and shame
Back then every day was different
Now each moment is the same
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
The wind above my face
And carrying what it brings this way
The feeling of feeling
The minutes pass away
And carrying what I do with them (Oh)
Maybe bring me love or something else
And so it goes, a man grows cold
Some would say a man grows strong
They say life only grows short
I say the road only grows long
But as long as there's a road
My feet will never touch the ground
And if you won't give my heart back
I've no need to stick around
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling (Yeah!)
I miss that, I miss that, oh, I miss that feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling
The feeling of feeling