Well my father

He'll never see his name in lights

Worked at a desk his whole damn life

Didn't chase his dreams, gave himself

So me and my sisters would be all right.

Sometimes I wonder

What they'll say of me when I am gone

When my daughter's living on and

Will she care if strangers thought that I was famous

Or just that I was never home.

Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been

Chasing down some dream you've been imagining

Or is it making peace with who you are and where you stand

I'm trying to find what makes a man

Whoa-oh, what makes a man.

If I'm honest

I am plagued by the fear that I am not enough

So I work hard to measure up

I've run a million miles, climbed a mountain high

And felt the same when I was done.

Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been?

Chasing down some dream you've been imagining

Or is it making peace with who you are and where you stand?

Oh, I'm trying to find what makes a man.

Is it power?

Is it fame?

Is it money?

Is it just a game?

Is it always wanting more?

Or is it in finding peace in what you had all along?

Is it the things you've done, the places that you've been?

Chasing down some dream you've been imagining

Or is it making peace with who you are and where you stand?

I'm trying to find what makes a man.

I've been trying to find

What makes a man

I've been trying to find

What makes a man.

What makes a man

I've been trying to find

What makes a man.