Better the Man Who Stands AloneI'm the man who likes to roamNew citiesBetter the man who learns to trustI'm the man who burns and turns to dustBefore theeBetter the man who comes to serveI'm the man whose kingdom is of this earthBetter the man who seeks the truthFor I'm the man whose trials I'm known to fewA solitary manAll that I amWaiting for loveTo warm my handsA solitary manI'll remember all that I amWaiting for love to warm my handsA solitary man, all that I amWaiting for love to warm my handsA solitary man, all that I amWaiting for love to warm my hands*
