Sometimes I'd like to vanish, and feel the pressure drop
I'd exchange my life with someone else and still come out on top
With the world upon my shoulders, and my shoulder to the wheel
I can take what I am given, I can keep what I can steal
Why is the man I feel never the man I dream
Looking straight ahead when I hate to see where I have been
Why is the man I dream never the man you see
I was looking to you for the clue to the man I could be
And I wish I was a cowboy riding through this rugged land
I could stuff my bag of canvas and be sure my shooting hand
I'd be mean and I'd be crazy, I'd be ignorant and rude
And I'd stare into the sunset to create that lonessome mood
Why is the man I feel never the man I dream
Looking straight ahead when I hate to see where I have been
Why is the man I dream never the man you see
I was looking to you for the clue to the man I could be
Why is the man I feel never the man I dream
Looking straight ahead when I hate to see where I have been
Why is the man I dream never the man you see
I was looking to you for the clue to the man I could be