Teksty: Mat Kearney. What's A Boy To Do.

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