Well,here sits a broken man
starin' at his useless hands
my name is all I have
and it scares me now and then

I was born in poverty
and a poor man I will allways be
but I want more for my kids
and I will live to see

I'm a-goin' down to No Man's land
find a house,a job and try to make some friends
this ain't my land
this is No Man's land

Sometimes I'm black,sometimes I'm white
it all depends on who is on the other side
there are things they cannot see
and there are things I can not hide

I'm a-goin' down to No Man's land
find a house,a job and try to make some friends
this ain't my land
this is No Man's land

Yeah,here sits a broken man
answerin’ questions he don't understand
the police wants me gone
but I don't know how and when