Joan Osborne - Misanthropic Man Lyrics

Close enough to touch 
Nothing I can see, but I am feeling 
The presence of a ghost who haunts me still 
Trapped between the walls of his illusions 
Trapped with only time to kill 
Here lies an actor with no drama 
here lies a leader with no plan 
And I do not exist 
But for one exception, I am nothing 
But witness to this Misanthropic Man 

Nothing else seems true 
Nothing but to know this game we're playing 
Nothing but this scene we're walking through 
Nothing matters, even what he's saying 
Nothing I could tell you 

Here lies a thief confused by stealing 
Here lies a player who can't jam 
And I do not exist 
But for one exception, I am nothing 
But witness to this Misanthropic Man 

So play another hand 
Try to find some meaning in your chaos 
There's no context fitting for you now 
There's no tiny light to guide your footsteps 
You want to take it all in hand, but 

You're not the dealer at this table 
You're not the one to call the dance 
You're nearly obsolete 
But for your existence, you are nothing 
But a Misanthropic Man who lost his chance