Lost

A man don't need directions Cause he knows where he has been You see the man is like the rooster And the woman, well, she's the hen So when you pull up to that station To get a little gas The urge to ask which way to go Will almost always pass A man knows where he's going And where he wants to be The situation is under control Just trust him and you'll see He'll never ask directions No matter what the cost I guess I'll end this poem Cause now I'm really lost