Maybe a poet
Or a pulpit preacher
A villain or superhero
All you men
In your many guises
Oh, life and it's surprises
If you feel your life is staged
Painted in the perfect shade
Not all men are equally made
Just flesh and bone to the grave
Once I can feel the best
Upon my shin
And I can spread my back
And take the wind
I won't walk in no man's shoes
No calling to the pipers tune
Ain't no chains can hold me down
I'm a wayward son
Walking my own ground

How do I articulate
To those who never wait
They think to have it made
Is to propagate and populate
I won't let it
Get the best of me
Or life take the zest from me
If you're a friend
You'll understand
I need time to make a plan
Once I can feel the best
Upon my shin
And I can spread my back
And take the wind
I won't walk in no man's shoes
No calling to the pipers tune
Ain't no chains can hold me down
I'm a wayward son
Walking my own ground

I won't walk in no man's shoes
No calling to the pipers tune
Ain't no chains can hold me down
I'm a wayward son
I won't walk in no man's shoes
No calling to the pipers tune
Ain't no chains can hold me down
I'm a wayward son
Walking my own ground