Fakin' It

(альбом: Bookends - 1968)

When she goes, she's gone
If she stays, she stays here
The girl does what she wants to do,
She knows what she wants to do
And I know I'm faking it,
I'm not really making it.

I'm such a doubious soul
And a walk in the garden
Wears me down.
Tangled in the fallen vines,
Picking up the punch lines,
I've just been faking it,
Not really making it.

Is there any danger?
No, no not really,
Just lean on me.
Taking time to treat,
Your friendly neighbours honestly.
I've just been faking it,
I'm not really making it,
This feeling of faking it.
I still haven't shaken it.

Prior to this lifetime
I surely was a tailor
(Good morning, Mr. Leitch.
Have you had a busy day?)
I own the tailor's face and hands
I am the tailor's face and hands and
I know I'm fakin'n it
I'm not really making it
This feeling of faking it
I still haven't shaken it.