Practical Man Songtext
von Andrew Bryant

I′ve always been the type to ask what it all means
I've always tried to get down to the heart of the thing
But the older I get the less it matters to me
I′m a practical man at the end of the day


I used to be the type to hide my mistakes
Bury them in a mix of guitars and bass
But the older I get the more I want them in my face
I'm a practical man at the end of the day

I used to be the type to stare up at the sky
Watch the birds and the planes and the clouds go by
But the older I get I find the sun hurts my
I'm a practical man at the end of the night
I′m a practical man at the end of the night
I′m a practical man at the end of the night
I'm a practical man at the end of the night
I′m a practical man at the end of the night