Let me throw away all my inhibitions
and tell you things as they are.
I would sell your soul to get half a chance
to be a rock n roll star.
I know it's only a song and there's no one listening
and I should let it all be.
But nobody knows what it is they're missing
and that's what's getting to me.
This life is insane. It's so precious but then
it's as pointless as you and as me.
And I don't understand. I'm just one grain of sand.
I can't be what you want me to be.
Well I should say what I think but I'm always bluffing and that's the price of the fame.
It should mean everything but it all means nothing.
I'm not controlling this game.
And you're looking at me but I can't look at you.
I'm a slave in your land of the free.
And I don't understand. I'm just one grain of sand.
I can't be what you want me to be.
I slip outside my mind and all life's confines,
be divine and bore you with my euphoria.
No, no I won't lie.
Well I do appreciate all your kindness
for this bald Liverpool freak.
I've been right round the world.
You know, all I find is the earth inherits the meek.
If you aim for the stars, you'll have further to fall when you hit the glass ceiling. You'll see!
And I don't understand. I'm just one grain of sand.
I can't be what you want me to be.
Words and music copyright Graham Trust
