The Emptiness Of Spirit

How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man – and if it
isn’t good i understand – with different rights – the days to settle down,
to hear what’s going low – there’s a bitter old ghost and a side trail every
morning – how many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man – and
when it comes to this – easily for those with beer, honey – waiting – the
days to settle down, to hear what’s going low – and it’s in the wind – the
spirit blowing the answer to an asshole’s face – not to swear for nothing,
in synchronicity that’s even still perfect – there’s a bitter old ghost and
a side trail every morning