Madman Songtext
von Sean Rowe

You can call me a madman
But I′m spoken for
You can take my possessions
Leaves me an open door

And the city has a way just to make you forget
About half the stuff you love and things you don't know yet
About the space that′s left where nobody talks
About the quiet on the path where nobody walks

When the road takes me
To the other side of the world
Let a walnut tree replace me
Give my body back to the birds

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa


You can call me a madman
But I'm spoken for
Should I blame my profession
Or should I bless the war?

And the city has a way just to make you forget
About half the stuff you love and things you don't know yet
About the space that′s left where nobody talks
About the quiet on the path where nobody walks

When the road takes me
To the other side of the world
′Til the end decides to break me
I will put my hand on the world

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa