Tim Finn
We’re All Men
Saw your mother yesterday
I wish I was blind
Heard your father went away
Not before time
Sister Mary finally spoke
Her words were soft and kind

We're all men
We're not the hurting kind

You always told me what to say
I knew you were right
But I made it up anyway
I did it once, and I did it again
Brother Joseph got the joke
But the joke was on him

We're all men
We're not the hurting kind
We're all men
We're not the hurting kind
We're all men
We're not the hurting kind

You are a friend of mine I know
I can't get used to letting go
And I wish like hell that I knew
The times we're going through