Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures
Giant living there I used to know
Author of the testosterone scriptures
Where did you go?

Now I remember what you told me that time
Falling from my bike,
scraping my knee
If you're gonna weep,
keep it from sunshine, 
So no one sees

I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man

See little boy hiding amongst shadows
Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain 
From the storms predicted by the Tarot
Pray for the rain 

I won't cry
Above all things boy, be a man