I met a man who was ten feet tall walking small down the avenue
Talking small to the small talkers saying they don’t see his point of view
So we stopped for a hot dog talking taking stock of another day
Smoking bowls like we’re old friends wishing it would all just go away

And he said,
I don’t wanna die lonely, I don’t wanna cry
I don’t wanna fall down every time I get high
I don’t wanna look back thinking ’bout all the things I might of done
I’ll be fine at the finish line dying if I feel I’ve had a good run

I know a painter painting pictures of the people that he knew from another time
Hocking off what he makes, taking breaks, making pennies to the dime
Cooking beans on a hot plate, buttering bread with black knives
Keeping pictures of himself to remember how he looked in his other lives

And he said,
I don’t wanna die lonely, I don’t wanna cry
I don’t wanna fall down every time I get high
I don’t wanna look back thinking ’bout all the things I might of done
I’ll be fine at the finish line dying if I feel I’ve had a good run

I know a happy man sad ’cause the plans that he had kinda went bad
He put hit hands in his pocket digging deeper for a dime that he thought he had
Low and dry, pulled them out they’re as empty as the moment that he put ’em in
It’s hard to lose at a race that you started feeling sure you were gonna win

And he said,
I don’t wanna die lonely, I don’t wanna cry
I don’t wanna fall down every time I get high
I don’t wanna look back thinking ’bout all the things I might of done
I’ll be fine at the finish line dying if I feel I’ve had a good run
I’ll be fine at the finish line dying if I feel I’ve had a good run
I will be fine at the finish line dying and I hope I have a good run

Written by Trevor Mills, 2004, SOCAN