What Makes A Man

There’s a man on the highway

Screaming curses at the road

Holds his hands to the skyline and

He says a man’s not a man

Without a crystal in his hand

What makes the man the man he makes

Is it written on him by his father’s hand?

That makes the man the boy he takes

To believe in all the promises he can

The way he can

There’s a man in a motel

Suitcase samples by the phone

And his bottle is empty

Like it is when you’re alone

He says a man’s not a man

Without a woman of his own

What makes the man the man he makes

Is it written on him by his father’s hand?

What makes the man the boy he takes

To believe in all the promises he can

The way he can

There’s a man on the TV

Taking money down the phone

He says a man’s not a man

Without a God to call his own

There’s a man in a diner

Stirring coffee all night long

You can tell by his anger

He knows how to be alone

He says a man’s not a man

Without a home to call his own

What makes the man the man he makes

Is it written on him by his father’s hand?

What makes the man the boy he takes

To believe in all the promises he can

What makes the man the man he makes

Is it written on him by his father’s hand?

What makes the man the boy he takes

To believe in all the promises he can

The way he can