I’ve seen you a thousand times, Man,

In the faces of sun-piqued children

In the eyes of widows and maids.

I’ve seen your mien in noisy arcades,

Walking along night-iced streets

And in a bar with a bunch of elites.

I’ve seen you riding a horse in the rain,

Shouting at a high school football game,

And pretending to care at the county fair.

And though you dart and hide, I’ve seen you there.

That day in France. That was you, skulking there.

You can’t deny you were in the station,

To take the train across the nation.

Can’t forget the time I saw you eating lobster in Rockport

And riding the subway in New York,

Only days after I saw you laying off at the races.

Yes, I’ve seen you, Man, in a thousand places,

               Watching me as I watch you and waiting, too,

               Like either one of us has something to do.

Except to ignore the truth that separates me from you.

I saw you once in a uniform just like mine,

             As we took to the air and jumped out of planes

             Playing at soldiers and military games.

You were in Las Vegas the night I got really drunk

            Losing my wallet and dinner in the dark.

            Finding out you slept with my girl for a lark.

Did you really think I would never uncover your scheme,

            To destroy my life and shatter my dreams?

            I know who and what you really are. You’re me, Man.

You’re me, Man. Me. Now leave me the hell alone. Man.