The butterfly can just look back Flap those wings and say Oh, yeah I never have to be a worm again
The snake gets tired of being him He wriggles from that itchy skin Leaves it lying Where he's been and moves on
I've been longing For something tangible Some kind of proof That there's been change in me
Chorus: Feels like I have been waking up Only to fight with the same old stuff Change is slow And it fills me with such doubt Come on New Man, where have you been Help me wriggle from this Self I'm in And leave it like a skin upon the ground
