History Of Man

 

I don't know why the years keep taking me from all of my friends

I don't know why the fears keep keeping me from calling on them - but listen

 

You suffer, oh I've seen it, the world is kicking you around

But hold on friend - 'cause I'm coming.

Give me a name or a number, an hour to lend

My history of man

 

This biography of mine has no grand design but doesn't lack for a heart

An anthology of mistakes, too many partakes, well - I like me falling apart - it's some start

 

You suffer, oh I've seen it, the world is kicking you around

But hold on friend - 'cause I'm coming.

Give me a name or a number, an hour to lend

My history of man

 

You suffer, oh I've seen it, the world is kicking you around

But hold on friend - 'cause I'm coming.

Give me a name or a number, an hour to lend

With nothing to send

My history of man