Heres to the man who gives to the poor

With a hole in his pride you know

He only wants to give more

Heres to the man who feels for the weak

The moral of this story is

You can never have too much, too late

Perhaps I need you

More than I appreciate you



We all feel a little danger

When theres something in the air

We all feel a little hunger

When theres nothing to care about

Perhaps I need you

More than you need me



Heres to the man who deals with his life

Who is not insecure and will

Always try to do right

Heres to the man who feels for the weak

The moral of this story is

You can never have too much, too late

Perhaps I need you

More than I appreciate you

I dont know why you treat me like you do

You continuously break my heart

When you say I dont understand you



We all feel a little danger

When theres something in the air

We all feel a little hunger

When theres something to care about

Sayin something, sayin nothing

You will be a little quieter with a gun in your mouth

I am facing north and youre still facing south

Perhaps I need you

More than you need me