Be Your Man

When I got to New York City I was looking for another side of life
And my feet were so damn calloused I could probably walk the edges of a knife
My mistakes had often led me to believe I'll never find an open door
Now I'm busted flat and broken and I don't know what the hell I'm waiting for

Some could see that I was stumbling and a couple even stopped to lend a hand
Most would pass me by in ridicule and fail to recognize a fellow man
Now the wind is growing bitter and the leaves begin to die and start to fall
And I wonder if next summer if I'll even be around this place at all

If I could go back to the days when I was young
I'd travel the whole world over and then some
And I'd come back to you with an everlasting lily in my hand
And I'd show the world just what it means to me for me to get to be your man

On the edges of a fading afternoon I heard a voice within my head
And the echoes of forgotten words from all the dusty books I haven't read
And I wondered if by chance I should've listened back to what they said in school
It occurred to me, I might've been the class clown then but now I'm just a fool

If I could go back to the days when I was young
I'd travel the whole world over and then some
And I'd come back to you with an everlasting lily in my hand
And I'd show the world just what it means to me for me to get to be your man
Yes, I'd show the world just what it means to me for me to get to be your man