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