There ain’t no way I make you overburdened

You’re straight inhaling our steam

I could rise, I could flee, I could run

But I’m holding off, you’re holding on, and no

You don’t know me

One room away there’s a child’s faint coo

I could die, I could die, I could die

I’m no man but a borrowed man

I could cry, I could cry, I could cry

No man but a borrowed man

Put her back to sleep

It can’t be bought, can’t be sold, can’t be stolen

But it’s true, it can be borrowed

When lights are low

If that’s your thought, if that’s your goal, forget the whole thing

I say to you, I leave tomorrow

This man won’t lay where another may soon

Rather die, rather die, rather die

I’m no man but a borrowed man

I could fly, I could flee, I could run

No man but a borrowed man

Put her back to sleep