Lyrics

Real men cry to their mothers, and laugh with the others When all of the jokes are on them They're rough and they're tumble, but inside, they're humble When nobody's looking, they even get sad And they'd talk all night They'd even break down when you think they might And when you get past our egos There's a heart that wants to be just like... Jesus. The man of all men The only One who makes hearts whole again And He could've backed down with those people around But He proved for the last time that real men die Well, you can black out your windows, or go where the wind blows But you'll answer to something someday Bob said it best when his slow train went west But dignity just doesn't pay We could talk all night You can even break down if you think you might But when we can't impress comes the real test... Are we just like... When you can't impress, there's your real test... Are you just like... Jesus?