The Man Inside
Words and Music by Lisa Locke, 2001
1. You’re sharing a log by the fire
With a man who’s what you could become
Talking and laughing
As if you and everyone else didn’t know what he’s done
He claps your shoulder, and says
"Let’s wet our whistles, my young friend"
You go off into the woods
And I wish I had the strength to protest
Chorus: Your eyes are as dark as this Russian earth
And full of the future, the one you deserve
I wonder how long, until they change
How many disappointments, can you take?
Just how is it that they turn
From people like you, to people like him?
Is he already waiting, inside of you
Hidden, behind your boyish grin?
2. I stare into the sparks and the smoke
And I wonder how long it will be
‘Til you have a wife and kids
Stepping over you on the living room floor every day
As much as I wish
That for you there could be some other way
You come back to the fire
Bringing the scent of your fate
Bridge: And I say, "the scent of your fate"
You’d call it the smell of a man
Of every man and every
Father you have known