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 lead 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