Man Man Man

looking for a good time

things to hold in my hands

life is draining, gets so empty

I say take it, while you can

it’s hard to be man

I was told as a boy

you wouldn’t understand

what it takes to be a man, man, man

Rose across the table

goes for long walks in the shade

she has the voice of an angel

when she speaks, takes my pain and drinks it down

I try my best to say

in words she’d understand

what it takes to be a man, man, man

glances at the exit

shifting in her seat

when she’s nervous, smiles gentle

looks far away like memory

but never makes a sound

but that’s alright with me

I talk until she drowns

she knows just what I am, am, am

she knows just what I am

man, man, man