To Be A Man

(альбом: Mongrels - 2017)

Lost in the backstreets of my mind
Looking for those familiar roads
But the seasons change up there
The trees fall and flowers grow
And it makes me feel like I just don't know

I don't recognize these highways now
Old signs unfamiliar to me
Trying to uncover those lessons learned like where is home
And it makes me feel like I just don't know
I think slow

And don't know which way the wind is blowing
And I don't know which way I'll be going
So I raise up my hand and I try to make a plan
But I don't understand

Watching my thoughts flutter away
Like butterflies when the fall turns to grey
But I cannot make them stay, they migrate
They leave me cold
And it makes me feel like I just don't know

Look in the mirror and avoid my gaze
'Cause a stranger's face is studying me
I can't recollect his dreams
I trace him back about twelve years or so
And it just makes me feel like I just don't know
I think slow

Well, I don't know which way the wind is blowing
And I don't know which way I'll be going
So I raise up my hand and I try to make a plan
But I don't understand what it takes to be a man

To be a man
To be a man
To be a man
To be a man
To be a man
To be a man
To be a man

So I raise up my hand and I try to make a plan
But I don't understand what it takes to be a man

To be a man
To be a man
To be a man