What Makes a Man

I've been runnin' round this ole place tryin' to find what makes a man
And all I hear is a whistle cold inside me
I've seen businessmen and hungry mouths, the forgotten and the bold
But all I feel are empty eyes upon me
They're walkin' in and out the pearly gates asking for the time
Wonderin' if it'll lock and close behind them

I always feel this way
They always look the same

I've gone too far, I've hurt too much, the demons and the whores
There's something about this lonely place that never really suit me
A bottle full of sand and wine a cancer rich with wasted time
It never proved enough to spend it wisely
I've been screaming through these cracked pale lips, lookin' for an ear
Waiting for a chance to clear this dust bowl cloudy air
But all my words, they never land and if they did they'd never stand
The broken hungry soil has given up its grip
They ain't nobody diggin' nothin' but an endless empty ditch

I always feel this way
They always look the same

A shadow can tell you where the sun has been
But the ground don't remember how it felt
Taking water from the pond won't put it back in the stream
Sharing ain't giving no one nothin' just moving waste around
There's a lot of people walking here around me
A lot of chairs around the table
I can't make em' sit down and eat
We'll starve to death waiting for our heads to clear

I always feel this way.
They always look the same.