Текст песни
Being a man is a kind of hunting
Silence
A breath
A sight
I walk by the code I've been wanting
Not dividing their side and my side
Being a man means being right there
Where the table is set
Children's laughter in air
Where the home is
Choosing not prey as the prize that you wear
But a shoulder
That grows stronger to bear
Being a man is a kind of hunting
But not for the hearts or the skin
It's a choice
Where my unit is standing
It's a family
Not ego's win
Being a man is to be the consort
Standing with kin, not above
A woman — she too is the hunter
We are both the support and the love
I don't make it I own her possession
I make it we're one and the same
When we fall, we share the depression
When there's wonder, we split up the flame
Not to make of a woman a shadow
But to let her in each map and chart
Being a man — giving her the window
Where she's not a grant or a part
Being a man is a kind of hunting
But for meaning
For truth deep inside
Where my family lives — there's my working
To guard their days and their pride
Being a man is to be the consort
Choosing "us" over "me" in the end
A woman — she too is the hunter
Our union — that's the real aim, my friend
