He's so independent,
He acts like he couldn't care less for us all
He's someone's descendent, their child
But he'll never acknowledge their call
He's afraid to feel loved,
And I know he's afraid not to be
And he'll laugh and he'll cry,
And someday he'll die,
Just like me

Just like me, he's settling a score with the world
That wants a reason every time you turn around
Just like me, he's looking for a door standing open,
Saying welcome, come and lay your troubles down
Just like me

He'll drop his pretenses
You'll see through the stone to the heart of the man.
But the moment he senses
You've seen him he'll leave you as fast as he can.
He'll return to his shadows
Where no one can look in and see,
And he'll wake in the night
And he’ll cry like a child just like me.

Just like me, he's settling a score with the world
That wants a reason every time you turn around
Just like me, he's looking for a door standing open,
Saying welcome, come and lay your troubles down
Just like me

I’ve seen him look hungry
For someone to tell him you're doing just fine.
The songs that he’s sung me
Have loneliness woven between every line.
With no strings to hold him
I guess he could call himself free:
Yes, he's free to be emply and lonely and wrong, just like me.
And lost just like me

Just like me, he's settling a score with the world
That wants a reason every time you turn around
Just like me, he's looking for a door standing open,
Saying welcome, come and lay your troubles down
Just like me

© September 19, 1966; Gandalf Publishing Co.