Besedila: Tom Jones. Praise & Blame. What Good Am I.

What good am I if I'm like all the rest?
If I just turn away when I see how you're dressed
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry
What good am I?

What good am I if I know and don't do?
If I see and don't say, if I look straight through you
If I turn a deaf ear to the thundering sky
What good am I?

What good am I while you softly weep?
And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep
And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try
What good am I, what good am I?

What good am I then to the others and me?
If I've had every chance and yet still fail to see
If my hand's tied, must I not wonder within
Who tied them and why and where must I have been?

What good am I if I say foolish things?
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings
And I just turn my back while you silently die
What good am I, what good am I?
What good am I?