Man Up In The Woods


Keep it down boy, fly with the crowes
Nobody is the one who wants to know
Walk this way and talk like that, so you don’t end up just like him
Knowing nothing but how to lose all with a grin

But when the going gets weird
Better be the one who should and not who stood
Cause they will make you, the man up in the woods

Override and confide to step outside and defy the inside to provide your stride
Cause nobody, he’s the one who walks like the guy on the right side
Guess by now it is more homely just to walk the suicide
I’m too old for this world but way too young for all this pride

Despite the flower, it is bleeding bittersweet
In a colour of fear and grey, yet for the blind it’s a mistreat
It comes with a fruit that’s full of dust because the crowes feed where the corpses are competing
And in the end all you get is a handshake and you might as well get a greeting

So when the going gets weird
Be the one who stood and not who should
Either way you’ll be the man up in the woods

Maybe when I’m dead, I will finally forget
To live up to all of my regrets
But for now I’d rather make them all for my own sake
Then to find myself lamenting a granted life ache

When the going gets weird
Be the one who stood and not who should
Either way my friend you’ll be the man up in the woods

© Words and Music by Ian Andrews