To Be a Man

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