The Man I Used to Be
Midge Ure
Where's the hand that I can hold
To slip around me and kiss and touch like gold
To comfort me, to cherish me
To lay my head on and make me feel again
Like the man I used to be
A child-like smile, a sweet cocquette
To lay belief on me with hope and love and yet
She'd comfort me and cherish me
And take my love on and make me feel again
Like the man I used to be
She'd comfort me and cherish me
And take my love on and make me feel again
Like the man I used to be