Without Expression — John Mellencamp

Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazarre? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow I 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, darling He's got none at all

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 your door

Yes, there's a man that I know With no expression He's got none at all Yes, there's a man I know With no expression He's got none at all

But you may never, 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 And 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, darling 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, ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazarre? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow I feel they're safer where they are

Yes, There's a man that I know With no expression He's got none at all There's a man that I know With no expression He's got none at all