I cannot be superman no more I cannot walk upon the high wire in my mind And now that I understand the extent of my mortal coil Suddenly and somehow I have lost all my desire To shine, to shine like the Sun To shine, to shine like the Sun On a sunny day in Angel-Land
And I guess sometimes you find that the river just runs dry And you've got to get up out of the boat and walk And I suppose you might try to find another river But sometimes, sometimes it's just too hard To hard to shine, to shine like the Sun To shine, to shine like the Sun On a sunny day, in Angel-Land
Mostly now these days I'm dreaming normal dreams Little things like who I spoke to, or what I did today I have not written a speech for God to say in years 'Scuse me if I leave that undertaking up to those who say Who say the want to shine, to shine like the Sun To shine, a shine like the Sun On a sunny day, in Angel-Land Sweet Angel-land
Compositor: Michael Davis Pratt (Jim White) ECAD: Obra #16851335