Wiser Man - Ian Kelly

Bills are stacking, money’s lacking, I’m poor

I can’t take it anymore;

I can’t see an end to this

Pills and mornings, my baby’s slamming the door,

She can’t take it anymore;

she is leaving with the kids

I used to have ideas and brainstorm, my head above the water

But now it just appears that, the rainstorm has overdrawn the river

Optimism, the credit prison, has floored

I’m going overboard, the chances that I’ve missed

I used to have ideas not brain storms, my head above the water

But now it just appears that, the rainstorms have overgrown the river

Fame is such a lonely game, forsaken when it’s gone

When it’s on, it can’t last much longer

Pain is for the wiser man, I’m noteless when you’re gone

When you’re gone I can’t be much stronger

An artificial flame, has lit some warmth in me

Now that you know my name and my melody

Glory, notoriety, as powerful as they may be

Won’t take away my reason or my sanity

Aggravating, a fameless craving has grown

And now that I am strong

I’m scaring you away.