I´m sure that I´m moving to St Louis
Three long years wondering here in New York City
I guess I´m looking for the right way to do this
I guess I´m looking for the right things to call pretty

Young boys playing in the park turning their backs to take a shot
You know I´ll stay sharp around here ´cause they´re stoning and leaving type
It´s the kind of love that comes and goes when there´s company coming around

What´s a boy to do who knows no man now?
What´s a boy to do who knows no man now?

Daddy´s been looking down his nose at all of them
And I´ve been looking round for someone to tell me who I am
He kept saying I was to young to finish a fight
I´d die each time they came I never got to draw my knife
Well it was just a pair of shoes in a middle school room with the world watching in

And angel is crying I´m dying just a little inside as they ran away
Funny which words stick around 20 years down when you´re driving alone

What´s a boy to do when there´s no man at home?
What´s a boy to do when there´s no man at home?

Well I´ll stack all my books in perfect rows
From the biggest down to the smallest ones
And I buy all the perfect clothes
Bullet proof and black, where I look like a son

Well it was just a rain night at his house
A bottle spinning around the room
And everybody´s singing and slipping down the bottom halfway rush of blood
And I was grabbing Missy but I was trying to find the light switch in the dark

What´s a boy to do with no man in his heart?
What´s a boy to do with no man in his heart?

It´s all quiet for the first time
With no voices left to fall
I saw a boy at the bottom of the bridge
His car was left there on the top
It´s four o´clock in the morning
Didn´t need to be like this
There´s a white sheet left to cover up
What should have been a holy kiss
It´s not like those days
It´s not like I´m scared of you

What´s the son of man and a boy to do?
What´s the son of man and a boy to you?