Without Expression - John Mellencamp

Have you ever ridden horses

Through a rainstorm

Or a lion through a busy street bazaar

There are many things

I’d love to turn you on to

But I somehow feel

They’re safer where they are

Well, some people are

Inbound with infatuation

And some others spill

Depression as the law

From one’s mother

Getting at no imagination

So beware then

Maybe sin is at everyone’s door

Yes, there’s a man I know

With no expression

He’s got none at all

Yes, there’s a man that I know

With no expression

He’s got none at all

But you never, no

You would never see this man laughing

Come to think of it

I’ve never seen him cry

But he might be sitting

And you hear him singing

But by and by he’ll stop and sigh before

His voice would even begin to speak

And he’d just cry

Yes, there’s a man I know

With no expression

He’s got none at all

Yes, there’s a man that I know

With no expression

He’s got none at all

Have you ever ridden horses

Through a rainstorm

Or a lion through a busy street bazaar

There are many things

I’d love to turn you on to

But I somehow feel

They’re safer where they are

Yes, there’s a man I know

With no expression

He’s got none at all

Yes, there’s a man that I know

With no expression

He’s got none at all