Andra - The Ghost of Paul Revere

How much for a heart of gold?

How much for a soul that isn’t black?

How much for a wasted love

That ruined me, oh Lord can you take that back?

Because I always wanted to be a better man

Yes I always wanted to be a better man

If I sold myself out to a whole new crowd

Just so I could stand and I could scream out loud

If I gave up everything and everyone I know

Maybe the man in me would cease to show

Well I cut my hair and burned my clothes

Changed my name and moved away from home

If the truth was more self-evident

Maybe I wouldn’t feel so damn alone

Because I always wanted to be a better man

Yes I always wanted to be a better man

Well the crowd screamed out «Sing what we know»

And all obliged I felt so cold

Can’t you see this heart on my sleeve

It burns for you and not for me

Well I always wanted to be a better man

Yes I always wanted to be a better man

Yes I always wanted, I always wanted

I always wanted, I always wanted

I always wanted to be a better man