To Be Honest Songtext
von Armon Jay
To Be Honest Songtext
I did a lot of thinking,
Took the long way home
Thoughts were racing in my mind
And I ran to stop them.
The sound of rubber on the asphalt
Coming to a stop.
O my god, it was a close car
It sme up, right on my nerves
It′s the kiss of death
That makes a man think.
But to be honest
We're all a little scared.
And I′d be lying
If I said I didn't care
And to be honest
I don't know if I′ll get there
But it ain′t the fear of dying
That makes me come undone
It's the fear of living with the man I might become.
Like will I make enough
To buy what she wants
Or even more
Give her what she needs
It′s the kind of thing that separates
The men from the boys
And sometimes I still don't know
Which one I am
But to be honest
We′re all a little scared.
And I'd be lying
If I said I didn′t care
And to be honest
I don't know if I'll get there
But it ain′t the fear of dying
That makes me come undone
It′s the fear of living with the man I might become.
The man I might become, yeah.
I did a lot of thinking
Took the long way home.
And sometimes I still don't know
Where it goes.
Took the long way home
Thoughts were racing in my mind
And I ran to stop them.
The sound of rubber on the asphalt
Coming to a stop.
O my god, it was a close car
It sme up, right on my nerves
It′s the kiss of death
That makes a man think.
But to be honest
We're all a little scared.
And I′d be lying
If I said I didn't care
And to be honest
I don't know if I′ll get there
But it ain′t the fear of dying
That makes me come undone
It's the fear of living with the man I might become.
Like will I make enough
To buy what she wants
Or even more
Give her what she needs
It′s the kind of thing that separates
The men from the boys
And sometimes I still don't know
Which one I am
But to be honest
We′re all a little scared.
And I'd be lying
If I said I didn′t care
And to be honest
I don't know if I'll get there
But it ain′t the fear of dying
That makes me come undone
It′s the fear of living with the man I might become.
The man I might become, yeah.
I did a lot of thinking
Took the long way home.
And sometimes I still don't know
Where it goes.
Writer(s): Stephan Lieb, Frank Elting Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com