Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm Or a lion through a busy street bazaar There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But I somehow feel they're safer where they are Well, some people are inbound with infatuation And some others spill depression as the law From one's mother getting at no imagination So beware then Maybe sin is at everyone's door Yes, there's a man I know with no expression He's got none at all Yes, there's a man that I know with no expression He's got none at all But you never, no You would never see this man laughing Come to think of it I've never seen him cry But he might be sitting And you hear him singing But by and by he'll stop and sigh before his voice would even begin to speak And he'd just cry Yes, there's a man I know with no expression He's got none at all Yes, there's a man that I know with no expression He's got none at all Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm Or a lion through a busy street bazaar There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But I somehow feel they're safer where they are Yes, there's a man I know with no expression He's got none at all Yes, there's a man that I know with no expression He's got none at all