Lyrics John Wesley Harding

John Wesley Harding

Who You Really Are

You got a brain just like a steam shovel

And I'm tar upon the road

You've got a body like a shotgun

That I'm trying to unload

If you are yin and yang then baby

I must be ego and id

I'm the Man from La Mancha, whoever he is

And you're a bold El Cid

Well come on baby I want to know who you really are

Come on baby I want to know who you really are

You got a beret like Che Guevara

But your dress makes me see stripes and stars

Oh come on baby I want to know

Who you are

Who you really are

You got imagination like a lift

I'm stuck between the floors

Your soul looks like a doorman

I'm revolving in his doors

I try to read you like a book

You laugh between the lines

You got a sense of humor like a motorway

Clearly I'm not an exit sign

Well come on baby I want to know who you really are

Come on baby I want to know who you really are

Well you tell us that you're going far

How come your stocks are still where they are

Oh come on baby I want to know

Who you are

Who you really are

You've got a future like a family photo

And I'm just out of shot

Well when your car is freezing over

My collar's getting hot

You're fighting wars in your inside

And I'm a pacifist

Yeah, but if you were my country Baby

You know that I'd enlist

Oh come on baby I want to know who you really are

Come on baby I want to know who you really are

Well I guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars

Baby don't tread me down too far

Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars

Baby don't tread me down too far

Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars

Baby don't tread me down too far

Oh come on baby I want to know

Who you are