Tipsy

You're tipsy but you're sound, my friend You made a couple pounds and then you thought about it And having some was really nice But you could only recognise the ones who live without it Well could it be when you were burned before You learned something about the score That rich men can afford So have a drink on me And never be afraid to see Your world for what it is All the happy little kids Guess that's not really how you live I smile when I heard you say That you would not play the gamе When all the suffering you see, and it is rеal Man, you make me tipsy, but you're sound You would never ever know What it felt like down below Not unless you've been there So think of it as a special gift You only know how hard you have to lift To make some real repairs No it's not some little penny wish And I know you won't get over it Just don't think you're alone And have a drink on me 'Cos I'm kinda starting to see Your world for what it is All the spotlight and the biz Guess that's not really how you live You never read every sign [?] All the short and painful lives Of those for whom you cry out loud Cause you're afraid that they will have to go without Every single precious joy that you have found Man, you make me tipsy, but you're sound There is no X to mark your spot And no god to thank for what you've got It's only us upon this rock And when the truth of who we are gets you down And you're noticing the outsiders in every single town And you know exactly why they can't afford to come around And you think you may do something that is risky and profound Well then maybe you and me should sit and have another round 'Cos man you make me tipsy, man you make me tipsy Man you make me tipsy, but you're sound!