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