IS HE A MAN?

He’s a man who saw it coming or so he thought when he took the loan
He’s a man who looks at the statement and knows that overnight he’s lost his home
Now he’s a man in name only, it’s getting lonely, it’s getting late
He could call and ask his brother, but that’s a call that he won’t make
If he’s a man, if he’s a man. Is he a man? Sometimes you find out much too late
If I could hold my head up high and never cry—for now that’ll be my little white lie

She can’t remember when he touched her. Was it this year? Was it the last?
He just stays inside his bedroom. She’s learned it’s better not to ask
She’s thought hard of maybe leaving, but how would she pay the bills?
It’s not hard to stop believing. It’s not that hard, but still…
If he’s a man, if he’s a man. Is he a man? Sometimes you find out much too late
If I could hold my head up high and never cry—for now that’ll be my little white lie

He said nothing to his children. In the paper there was no name
Though it might have looked suspicious, there was no problem with the claim
Now there’s enough to pay the mortgage, there’s enough to keep the car
And she’s too busy to ask the question: Did he really go that far?
If he’s a man, if he’s a man. Is he a man? Sometimes you find out much too late
If I could hold my head up high and never cry—for now that’ll be my little white lie

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

IS HE A MAN?