One Of Many Rescuers

Ive heard this script before, I know this turn of mind
You think that youre the one to bring the change shes trying to find
But what youre selling, she dont need -- she already got it free
Your boat struck something deep, now youre trying to save the sea

You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side

She put her hand around the flame more times than you can tell
The best thing you could do for her is to pass and wish her well
She aint dying on her feet, nor hanging on your every word
The pain your sensing is inside you -- youre just thinking it onto her

You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side

Ive heard your presentation and its time for me to go
The train is waiting at the railway station and theres much that we dont know
Ive a secret in my keep and Ill tell you if you ask
But I know that you cant really speak, till you remove the mask

Now I can see youre using all youve got, all the power thats in your hands
Youre pulling favours, casting em up, money flies at your command
You talk hard but you dont listen, you look long but you dont see
But what bothers me most about you my friend, you remind me too much of me

You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side