THE MAN WITH A HEAD FULL OF DOUBT

There comes the man with a head full of doubt
He’s not here, he’s not in, he’s not in the position to take the rockets down

Here comes the man who caries all the weight
Just a slim man with slim shoulders, standing alone with his two bare hands

Here comes the man between arts and craft
No technician, no carpenter, he’s a smoker, kinda joker
No architect, well maybe he is, but he’s a no-checker in the show biz

I, i guess i heard him say:“This is not my blues!“

Mister Decision is not his middle name
Cause he’s not strong, he’s got no plan, no perspective, to protective,
he won’t say „no!“ and he won’t say „yes!“, cause he don’t know why,
pre-settings are welcome

there comes the man, the chiefmaster of the sun
well, he’s fine when everything’s fine, everything’s in line, all in time, no cloud in the sky,
no Q’s comin’up, all problems blown away

I, i guess i heard him say:“This is not my blues!“