So that's where my head was at In a book and a funky hat On the road with Kerouac Searching for the truth Sometimes I'm amazed Looking back at a certain phase Wet my thumb and I turn the page Oh, what was I trying to prove? I just shake my head and I laugh at a faded photograph Of a total stranger staring back at me Now there's no man stranger to himself Than the man he used to be There's a closet full of worn out boots Skeletons and three-piece suits A million hats and attitudes And very few regrets And here I stand in faded jeans An old T-shirt that don't say a thing And who knows what tomorrow brings It ain't over yet I just shake my head and I laugh at a faded photograph Of a total stranger staring back at me Now there's no man stranger to himself Than the man he used to be No some folks get me confused With someone they once knew I know the guy they're referring to But he ain't been round for years I just shake my head and I laugh at a faded photograph Of a total stranger staring back at me Now there's no man stranger to himself Than the man he used to be I can see it in the eyes, it was a whole other life Now there's no man stranger to himself No man stranger to himself than the man he used to be