This pain is not of that kind That takes your brathe away Mists your eyes It's not aching in the chest Nor sweating of your hands It's more like ticking in your ears It's more like ringin' Not strong enough to cry But blending all in one My face has changed so much My skin is covered with The letters of the time That was lost between the lines Still I've got my own two hands To play with the Universe And it's really not so bad To be that kind of a tramp I am a simple man and I Would like to talk 'bout weather I am growing old and I Couldn't feel much better Time between the lines...