In a workin' man's dream. i found my simple truth
there in the dark on the top of my roof
as the city's blue sound swept up from down under
heat lightening flashed. got me to wonder
are the troubles that life has seen fit to give me
there to regret or there to remind me
i'm real. i'm a real man.
For so many years i believed i was broken
so medicine sweet and the leaves i was smoking
told me i was strong, righteous and firm
but only if i comply and stay in the terms
with the deal made between weakness and shame
to shelter me from the price of my pain
i'm real. i'm a real man , yes i am.
And i'll do everything a man possibly can
to make a difference
i'll save my soul if you give me the chance
i'll rectify my dreams if you let me see my way clear
as i thank my higher power for all that she'd done
i sing to the water towers and to the rising sun
for every woman or car crash that ever broke me in two
for showing me that there's always a way through
and that i'm a real man, yes i am.