The Man I Used To Be

This is a story of the man I used to be.
 This is a sentimental piece of history.
 How did I do it?
 How did I ever find the time?
 This is a song of all the faces that I've known.
 This is a song about that
 long and winding road.
 How did we do it?
 Where did I ever find the time...
 ...to find the light behind those very eyes
 I tried to hide, but underneath it all
 the loser has to fall, so tell me can't you see
 the man I used to be?
 This is a story of the lessons that I've learned.
 This is a song about the winds
 and how they turn.
 When will I get there?
 Where will I ever find the time...
 ...to find the light behind those very eyes
 I tried to hide, but underneath it all
 the loser has to fall, so tell me can't you see
 the man I used to be?
 Don't let yourself go. Nobody knows if your
 mind over matter's telling you: No!
 What can you do when you're a
 fool to believe you must follow
 what will follow?
 When I was younger
 they were holding me down.
 Voices would holler:
 "Keep your feet on the ground!"
 But I'm older now, yes I am.
 I am bigger and better and stronger
 and man, there's a whole world for me
 to demand and it's never too late
 to be taking a stand.
 So, I'll be right here where I am.
 This is a story of the man I used to be.
 This is a song about an everlasting dream.
 When will I do it?
 Where will I ever find the time...
 ...to find the light behind those very eyes
 I tried to hide but underneath it all
 the loser has to fall.
 And, so the story goes and tell me,
 can't you see a different side of me?
 The man I used to be...