Real and Simple

Do you read me like l read you?
Words we've used and used to lie mislead too
And sometimes I can't tell: do you know me so well?
Do you know me at all?

My father was the song of an immigrant
My mother died real young
lt's hard to tell from whom l inherited
This fear of too much sun

But now l fear l'll grow a cancer in my cells
lf l know the sun too well

As a kid l thought the world wouldn't notice
Any time l lied
But after years of tales the only thing that suffered
Was my plain and simple pride

And as l try to build a life
One that's real and simple
I'm troubled by this fear of mine
That life is but a ripple

And as I try to live a life
One that's real and simple
I'm troubled by this fear of mine
That life is but a ripple

Do you read me like l read you?
Words we've used and used to lie mislead too
And sometimes I can't tell: do you know me so well?
Do you know me at all?