The Man He Used To Be

So that's where my head was at

In a book and a funky hat

On the road with Kerouac

Searching for the truth

Sometimes I'm amazed

Looking back at a certain phase

Wet my thumb and I turn the page

Oh, what was I trying to prove?

I just shake my head and I laugh at a faded photograph

Of a total stranger staring back at me

Now there's no man stranger to himself

Than the man he used to be

There's a closet full of worn out boots

Skeletons and three-piece suits

A million hats and attitudes

And very few regrets

And here I stand in faded jeans

An old T-shirt that don't say a thing

And who knows what tomorrow brings

It ain't over yet

I just shake my head and I laugh at a faded photograph

Of a total stranger staring back at me

Now there's no man stranger to himself

Than the man he used to be

No some folks get me confused

With someone they once knew

I know the guy they're referring to

But he ain't been round for years

I just shake my head and I laugh at a faded photograph

Of a total stranger staring back at me

Now there's no man stranger to himself

Than the man he used to be

I can see it in the eyes, it was a whole other life

Now there's no man stranger to himself

No man stranger to himself than the man he used to be