What Makes a Man

(One, two)

Well, my father

He'll never see his name in lights

Worked at a desk his whole damn life

Didn't chase his dreams, gave himself so me

And my sisters would be alright

Sometimes I wonder

They'll say of me when I am gone

When my daughter livin' on, yeah

Will she care if strangers thought that I was famous

Or just that I was never home?

Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been?

Chasin' down some dream you've been imaginin'?

Or is it makin' peace with who you are and where you stand?

I'm tryin' to find what makes a man

Oh, whoa, oh

What makes a man

If I'm honest

I'm plagued by the fear that I'm not enough, yeah

So I work hard to measure up

I've run a million miles, climbed a mountain high

Felt the same when I was done

Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been?

Or chasin' down some dream you've been imaginin'

Or is it makin' peace with who you are and where you stand?

Oh, I'm tryin' to find

What makes a man

Is it power?

Is it fame?

Is it money?

Is it just a game?

Is it always wanting more?

Or is it in finding peace in what you had all along?

Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been?

Chasin' down some dream you've been imaginin'?

Or is it makin' peace with who you are and where you stand?

I'm tryin' to find (what makes a man)

I've been tryin' to find (what makes a man)

I've been tryin' to find

What makes a man

What makes a man

I've been tryin' to find

What makes a man