These
battered hands are all you own. This broken heart has
turned to stone. Go hang your glory on the wall. There
comes a time when castles fall. And all that's left
is shifting in the sand. You're out of time, you're out of place. Look
at your face. That's the measure of a man.
This coat that fits you like a glove. These dirty streets
you learned to love. So welcome back my long lost friend.
You've been to hell and back again. God alone knows
how you crossed that span. Back on the beat, back to the start. Trust in
your heart. That's the measure of a man.
It's the fire in the eyes, the lines on the hand. It's
the things you understand. Permanent ties from which
you once ran. That's the measure of a man.
You've come full circle, now you're home. Without the
gold, without the chrome. And this is where you've always
been. You had to lose so you could win. And rise above
your troubles while you can. Now you can love, now you can lose. Now you
can choose. That's the measure of a man.