to be a man

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