In the wreckage of a broken engagement, I was singing to myself. 

You have climbed the highest mountain.
You have sailed the deepest seas.
You have found that hidden fountain,
Been everything a man could want to be.
But now your luck has blown its cover,
Broke your heart and wrecked your plans.
You’re like a ship without a rudder.
You find out, after all, you’re just a man.

You ain’t bulletproof.
You are not the man of steel.
You ain’t bulletproof,
No matter what you feel.
Got some new for you:
When living gets too real,
You can stand aloof,
But brother, you ain’t bulletproof.

You used to think you’d live forever.
Now, suddenly, it’s hitting home
There’s such a thing as now or never
And in the end you’re only skin and bone.
But it ain’t pain that’s got you hurting.
That’s just the price of being strong.
No, it’s the shame of being certain
Of doing right and turning out so wrong.


But lick your wounds and you’ll discover,
It ain’t so bad being one of us.
We have all done time down in the gutter.
It is just another part of growing up.


It’s the honest truth,
That none of us,
None of us is bulletproof.

Bluebonnet Border SkinnyWords and music © 1996 by Steve Brooks and Frog Records
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