Fortunate Son / Comfortably Numb Songtext
von Bruce Hornsby

I′m sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair
There's a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me
The poor son of a gun, I know he′s thinking
Better him, him than me

I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's all right, I′m a lucky one
Such a fortunate son


I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man′s best salute

I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That′s all right, I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son

I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man′s best salute

I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That′s all right, I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son


There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you′re saying
When I was a child I caught a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I′ve got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

Ok, ok, ok
Just a little pinprick
There′ll be no more ah!
You may feel a little sick
Can you stand up? Stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That′ll keep you going for the show
Come on it's time to go, it′s time to go

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin′
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse, fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
Dream is gone
Oh, I have become comfortably numb

I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man′s best salute

I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
Yes I′m that, I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
Such a fortunate son

Such a fortunate son
I′m a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
Such a fortunate son