I Don't Really Belong To

Take A Look At Me Now, Cause There's Just An Empty Space. And You Coming Back To Me Is Against All Odds And That's What I've Got To Face.

Everything Has Added Up To A Load That I'm Getting Tired Of Carrying. It's Gotten So Complicated. It's The Three Failed Marriages, And Having Kids That Grew Up Without Me, And It's The Personal Criticism, Of Being Mr. Nice Guy, Or Of Divorcing My Wife By Fax, All That Stuff, The Journalism, Some Of Which I Find Insulting.

I'll Have The Music, And Then I'll Just Turn The Microphone On, Press Play And Record And Sing. And Whatever Comes Out Ends Up Being The Melody.

Each Thing Leapfrogs. I Do A Genesis Project - Like Now, We're Just Finishing Off An Album - And Then By The Time The Album Is Doing Its Thing, I Could Do Nothing Or I Could Do A Film.

I've Been A Long-distance Father.