Man In Black

The man in black fixed his eyes upon me, 
waiting while a plane passed overhead. 
His one and only visit to the country
spent doing the bidding of the dead. 

And he said "Son, don't waste your little time
on what is yours and what is mine. 
The measure of a man is something
yet to be revealed. 
Collect the moments everyday
that sing to you along the way. 
You'll always have them with you
Something no one else,  
no one else can steal." 

Some might think that passion helps you force the fear away, 
a distraction from that road that lies ahead. 
If anything, I've learned that at the end of every day, 
that passion can't replace all that you've bled. 

And he said "Son, don't waste your little time
on what is yours and what is mine. 
The measure of a man is something
yet to be revealed." 
"Collect the moments everyday
that sing to you along the way. 
You'll always have them with you
Something no one else,  
no one else can steal." 

Close your eyes and wonder how the world keeps movin' on, 
and doesn't give a damn 'bout what you say. 
Step from underneath those vacant tasks you dwell upon
and sacrifice what's certain for a day. 

And he said "Son, don't waste your little time
on what is yours and what is mine. 
The measure of a man is something
yet to be revealed." 
"Collect the moments everyday
that sing to you along the way. 
You'll always have them with you
Something no one else,  
no one else can steal." 

Music: Paul Stuart, Lyrics: Chris Schnyder