How many paths must a man walk down
Until you call him a man and if it isn't good
I understand with different rights

The days to settle down
To hear what's going low
There's a bitter old ghost
And a side trail every morning

How many paths must a man walk down
Until you call him a man and when it comes to this
Easily for those with beer, honey waiting

The days to settle down
To hear what's going low

And it's in the wind
The spirit's blowing
The answer to an asshole's face
Not to swear for nothing
In synchronicity that's even still perfect

There's a bitter old ghost
And a side trail every morning