When I got to New York City I was looking for another side of lifeAnd my feet were so damn calloused I could probably walk the edges of a knifeMy mistakes had often led me to believe I'll never find an open doorNow I'm busted flat and broken and I don't know what the hell I'm waiting forSome could see that I was stumbling and a couple even stopped to lend a handMost would pass me by in ridicule and fail to recognize a fellow manNow the wind is growing bitter and the leaves begin to die and start to fallAnd I wonder if next summer if I'll even be around this place at allIf I could go back to the days when I was youngI'd travel the whole world over and then someAnd I'd come back to you with an everlasting lily in my handAnd I'd show the world just what it means to me for me to get to be your manOn the edges of a fading afternoon I heard a voice within my headAnd the echoes of forgotten words from all the dusty books I haven't readAnd I wondered if by chance I should've listened back to what they said in schoolIt occurred to me, I might've been the class clown then but now I'm just a foolIf I could go back to the days when I was youngI'd travel the whole world over and then someAnd I'd come back to you with an everlasting lily in my handAnd I'd show the world just what it means to me for me to get to be your manYes, I'd show the world just what it means to me for me to get to be your man
