I’m sure that I’m moving to St Louis
Three long years wondering here in New York City
I guess I’m looking for the right way to do this
I guess I’m looking for the right things to call
pretty
Young boys playing in the park turning their backs to
take a shot
You know I’ll stay sharp around here ‘cause they’re
stoning and leaving type
It’s the kind of love that comes and goes when there’s
company coming around
What’s a boy to do who knows no man now
What’s a boy to do who knows no man now
Daddy’s been looking down his nose at all of them
And I’ve been looking round for someone to tell me who
I am
He kept saying I was too young to finish a fight
I’d die each time they came I never got to draw my
knife
Well it was just a pair of shoes in a middle school
room with the world watching in
An angel is crying I’m dying just a little inside as
they ran away
Funny which words stick around 20 years down when
you’re driving alone
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home
Well I’ll stack all my books into perfect rows
From the biggest down to the smallest ones
And I buy all the perfect clothes
Bullet proof and black, where I look like a son
Well it was just a rainy night at his house
A bottle spinning around the room
And everybody’s singing and slipping down the bottom
of a halfway rush of blood
And I was grabbing Missy but I was trying to find the
light switch in the dark
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart
It’s all quiet for the first time
With no voices left to fall
I saw a boy at the bottom of the bridge
His car was left there on the top
It’s four o’clock in the morning
Didn’t need to be like this
There’s a white sheet left to cover up
What should have been a holy kiss
It’s not like those days
It’s not like I’m scared of you
What’s the son of man and a boy to do
What’s the son of man and a boy to you