But Oh How We Talk

I'm just a man, who was born to die, I can't hardly walk, Never learned to fly, But oh how I talk, That I can't deny. I'm just a man, with bad elbows and knees, And dust blowing by, Makes me want to sneeze. And sometimes I cry, But oh how I talk, That I'll never deny. I'm just a man, who's often afraid, Of my own shadow at times. Though my dues I have paid, But oh how I talk, Just Like I've got it made. I'm just a man, so tiny it's true, In the great scheme of things, Just like you, and you. But oh how we talk, Till our faces turn blue.