Your Share Of Men

I'm shyer than your share of men

I'd be honored to be one of them

You're a fool for the wounded

I'm a man in need of bandages

So, wrap me up and take me home

Your lover's up doing God only knows. . . who . . .



But, baby, I'm making one man's bed as another man's gurney

You've been learning to fight

The man by your side has toughened your skin

You should learn to forget

Your first lesson's tonight

So, what was that son of a bitch's name again?

So, the footprints of time have tread lines on your face

Is your life half done or only half begun?

Because baby, I could be born again

One man's bed is another man's resurrection



You've been learning too much

The more that you know is the less that you trust

You should learn to let go

The less you hold on to is the more we can (oh, lalalala) forget about the man

(Lalala) Don't second guess, just take my hand

The night, it is young

So why aren't you remembering you have your share of men?