Why Must a Man Change?

You've got all these hats
You've been trying to wear,
And there's one for every stride
You've been taking in fear,
And you whisper to yourself, "why must a man change his ways?"

The friends that you keep well
They practical drink from your hand,
And they're blaring their trumpets behind you
Like some marching band,
And the bed that you have made, well it's left no room for me

Won't you lay down your crowns for me?
And you whisper to yourself,"why must a man change his ways?"

When you heed no direction
Like some cold and obstinate child,
I swear you used to be my protection
That I'd stand beside,
And you whisper to yourself,"why must a man change his ways?"