What Makes a Man

(One, two) Well, my father He'll never see his name in lights Worked at a desk his whole damn life Didn't chase his dreams, gave himself so me And my sisters would be alright Sometimes I wonder They'll say of me when I am gone When my daughter livin' on, yeah Will she care if strangers thought that I was famous Or just that I was never home? Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been? Chasin' down some dream you've been imaginin'? Or is it makin' peace with who you are and where you stand? I'm tryin' to find what makes a man Oh, whoa, oh What makes a man If I'm honest I'm plagued by the fear that I'm not enough, yeah So I work hard to measure up I've run a million miles, climbed a mountain high Felt the same when I was done Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been? Or chasin' down some dream you've been imaginin' Or is it makin' peace with who you are and where you stand? Oh, I'm tryin' to find What makes a man Is it power? Is it fame? Is it money? Is it just a game? Is it always wanting more? Or is it in finding peace in what you had all along? Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been? Chasin' down some dream you've been imaginin'? Or is it makin' peace with who you are and where you stand? I'm tryin' to find (what makes a man) I've been tryin' to find (what makes a man) I've been tryin' to find What makes a man What makes a man I've been tryin' to find What makes a man