Ordinary Man - Day One

There is a woman

Who lives in this town

That has my heart

Held in her hand

I see her in the

Streets every day

But I can’t find

The words to say

But if I were a writer

And could write a good hand

I’d write of this love

That I don’t understand

The words in my head

They come and they go

I’m thinking I love her

But she’ll never know

And if I were a sculptor

And had a good eye

I’d carve out her beauty

In marble or ice

But these hands of mine

Are far from refined

I guess I’ll have to accept that I am

Just an ordinary man

I’m just an ordinary manNow if I were good looking

And had a pretty face

And if I could walk

And speak with grace

And if I had style

Then I

Wouldn’t have to look down when she walked by

And if I were a singer

And could sing a good key

I’d sing of this love

In melody

But this voice of mine

Is far from refined

I guess I’ll have to accept that I am

Just an ordinary man

I’m just an ordinary man

I know one day she’ll look

I know one day she’ll see me

And maybe that one day

She’ll want to be with me

And maybe she’ll love me

For who I am

Just as that ordinary man