BradJM

The Boy, The Man

There’s no place I wanna go
than back to the place that I know
But this boy can’t find his way home
so I’m building a place of my own
I just don’t know where to start

My tank is filled with gas
Where I’m bound, just don’t ask
I’m headed out to face my fears
Cause that’s the plan that got me here
And I’m not worried no more

And I’m not sure
Where I’ll be six months from now
But I am sure
That I’ll be the man I’m made to be
The man I’m made to be

There’s no place I wanna go
than back to the place that I know
But this boy can’t find his way home
so I’m building a place of my own
No more the boy, the man

And I’m not sure
Where I’ll be six months from now
But I am sure
That I’ll be the man I’m made to be
The man I’m made to be

The Boy, The Man

The feeling of writing a great song, beginning to end, without interruption, can’t be put into words. Just finished a song called “The Boy, The Man”. It’s my going into the real world song and it could not have come out more perfect. If only I was a rock star.