Dan Mills - Michael lyrics

He ties his bags around his thighs Newspaper bags filled with newspaper lies And combs his hair, straightens his tie But the people still stare the people want to know why He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life After all these years when she was alive He stood in the corner and he built a disguise Now that she's gone, the house won't rise So he sits on a milk crate with a handsaw to the sky He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life So don't call me man, don't call me boy anymore Take or leave your crown behind and I'll cry your name in war And there's rocks in windows that Michael threw And this weeks window...it's for you He dropped out of Amherst in his second year And now he's digging holes for the state And he lays so still in the morning chill 'Cause he's having trouble sleeping late And he pours down the concrete on 7th street And the children come up slow with open hands And as they set them in, he's ashamed within 'Cause he knows that once they walk away he'll just go fill it up again He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life Oh and I should go, but can I stay? Just one more song and I'll be on my way Don't' call me man don't call me boy Don't call me man don't call me boy When he lost his home, and his face grew thin He traded her dresses for a used violin And when he raised the wood and touched it to his chin He whispered who I am, ain't nothing like the wasted man I've been He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life Far away we go We go far away We go so far that you can't even see us grow