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