Looking Osceola, Feeling Pensacola

It just occurred to me, I must be blind
why do I try so hard to keep my cool
when I'm about to lose my mind?
there was a vision flashing by
of a summers' day I spent with you
and a child who never learned how to cry

When those around me fall in despair
I call upon my common sense 'cause
someone has to care
a sudden decision - I can't explain
though I've often tried to change the rules
the game remains the same - for love

I've played the part so many times,
it fits me like a glove
but I'm the victim in the bitter end
I know you need me to be strong
I just don't know how much longer
I can pretend...

       You always need me to be
       a good man in a storm


It sometimes scares me, the further we go
just how much we understand
and just how much we know
so whatever happened, in our hearts
while making perfect sense of life
we still remain so far
...apart

       You always need me to be
       a good man in a storm


try to fit the social norm
and be a good man in a storm
trying hard since I was born
to be a good man in a storm


            - Level 42, "Good Man in a Storm"