Madman - Mimi Farina, Tom Jans

Like a madman, he drives himself to the grave

Such a sadman, he never knew how to behave

Never at home with life,

Driven by his father's wilt

Before he finds the perfect wife

He's on the field, he'll fight to kill

Oh listen to the earth. my friend
It'll bend your heart not break It
Time is nowhere near the end
And there's plenty of room for all of us
To make it

In the morning he will cast away his dreams
Running fast, he will pass life's precious themes
Not knowing the tides roll on
Not feeling the winds flow free
His growing will soon be gone
To an aging memory

Oh listen to the earth. my friend
It'll bend your heart not break It
Time is nowhere near the end
And there's plenty of room for all of us
To make it

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