the man who knows nothing

 

back and further back      back in the best forgotten          I once knew       yes, I once knew      but I’m now inured to knowledge       coz I roll up empty     yes, I roll up empty      more often than not     coz I screen my calls      yes, I screen my calls     so no-one burns my ears     with yesterday’s bad news      I share my dreams with ghosts     only ghosts know my true station       I’m the man who knows nothing      and the man who knows nothing      is more blessed than cursed