Man's got his things to doNo work to keep the city movingNo time for breakfast, no morning ***He's got a clock to watchHappy faces on the trainAt least that's what he'd hope to seeBut the truth is that they all look sadThat's when he cries out loudMama, call me pleaseMama, call me pleaseCause I lost itAm I the only manTrying to understand what's next?Still there's his kids to feedAnd the new phone ain't coming cheapSo he bought a car to followThe work he can't swallowAnd the years fly by likeOne day he wakes up all the kidsTraveling to places that he's never seenBut he can't move no moreCause his back's too soreFrom all the work he's doneMama, call me pleaseMama, call me pleaseI lost itAm I the only manTrying to understand what's next?Ain't got no time for cryingI'm way too busy dyingMove closer to the endWho's next to take my land?So many dreams are shatteredDreams are shatteredFor things that didn't matterNo way to turn the tidesToo old and tired to fightToo old and tired to fightToo old and tired to fightToo old and tired to fightToo old and tired to fightI lost itMama, call me pleaseMama, call me pleaseI lost itAm I the only manTrying to understand what's next?