To Be a Man - Michael Malarkey

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