Paroles de Why Must a Man Change?

You've got all these hats you've been trying to wear And there's one for every stride you've been taking in fear And you whisper to yourself, why must a man change his ways? The friends that you keep, well, they practically drink from your hand And they're blaring their trumpets behind you like some marching band And the bed that you have made, well it's left no room for me Won't you lay down your crowns for me? And you whisper to yourself, why must a man change his ways? When you heed no direction like some cold and obstinate child I swear you used to be my protection that I'd stand beside And you whisper to yourself, why must a man change his ways?