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