Throw The Wise Man A Bone

He grew up on manicured lawns
Next to lakes named after unknown saints
Eating fried chicken from a corner drive through
Yelling orders into a well known face
He puts gel in his hair because his wife wants him to
And he feels silly because he was born old
And hasn’t become young yet
And he walks around saying yeah honey you bet
Feeling sad and still all the time

He has had such a hard time of it
I wish I could put a bandage on it
And kiss it away
But the bruises will always show
And the hurt is part of the woe
Of the wise man who can’t put his heart on the line
He’s been stepped on spilled on and then finally burned
And then watched his life on “As the world Turns.”
And wondered why he felt so all alone
Could someone throw this wise man a bone

Some say it ain’t nothing but karma
But that don’t help when life is twisting your arm
Again and again and again
You’d never know it to look at him
His hair is neat, shiny lapel pin
He looks just like you and me
Except his man can really see
With a wise man’s eyes he can see
Why a baby cries and why I do what I do
So God if you're listening or maybe just humming
along
You can give this wise man a bone

I won’t suggest words or tell you about the birds
Because it just ain’t up to me
I know there is nothing but gain from pain
But if you could just sing him a lullaby
One that has words of joy about happy boys
Long enough to see the sadness leave his face
Could you please throw this wise man a bone

God he can only see himself through my eyes
What a responsibility a man that’s so wise
Could you please throw this wise man a bone

Like ru men passing through the door
He shoulders the mountains and cries
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