I can still recall a time you were not so far behind
You were only 15 and you still had piece of mind
Now you're pushing 31, duty call you come and run
When will this be over? When, when will you be gone?
Chorus 1:
I'll be your man child to be tough
Once is never quite enough
Giving twenty minutes in between
If you know what I mean
You gotta give if you wanna get
Never let 'em see you sweat
You may cry and you may bleed
But only if the punch is from me,
Chorus 2:
Why do you back down in the face of a fist fight?
I kick myself for caring about you
You may one day go the distance
You might come around
You can kill yourself or you can make your mama proud
When you get the energy
You can place a call to me
My number's in the phone book
And I'm not too hard to find
I still live in the same old place
I still got the same old face
I can give you more than twenty minutes of my time