When I got to New York City
I was looking for another side of life
And my feet were so damn calloused
I could probably walk the edges of a knife
My mistakes had often lead me to believe
I’ll never find an open door
Now I’m busted flat and broken
And I don’t know what the hell I’m waiting for

Some could see that I was stumbling
And a couple even stopped to lend a hand
Most would pass me by in ridicule
And fail to recognize a fellow man
Now the wind is growing bitter
And the leaves begin to die and start to fall.
And I wonder if next summer
If I’ll even be around this place at all.

If I could go back to the days when I was young
I’d travel the whole world over and then some
I’d come back to you with an everlasting lily in my hand.
And I’d show the world just what it means to me
For me to get to be your man

On the edges of a fading afternoon
I heard a voice within my head
And the echoes of forgotten words
From all the dusty books I haven’t read
And I wondered if by chance I should’ve listened back
To what they said in school
It occurred to me I might’ve been the class clown then
But now I’m just a fool

If I could go back to the days when I was young
I’d travel the whole world over and then some
And I’d come back to you with an everlasting lily in my hand
I’d show the world just what it means to me
For me to get to be your man

Yes I’d show the world just what it means to me for me
To get to be your man