The butterfly can just look back
Flap those wings and say Oh, yeah
I never have to be a worm again

The snake gets tired of being him
He wriggles from that itchy skin
Leaves it lying
Where he's been and moves on

I've been longing
For something tangible
Some kind of proof
That there's been change in me

Chorus:
Feels like I have been waking up
Only to fight with the same old stuff
Change is slow
And it fills me with such doubt
Come on New Man, where have you been
Help me wriggle from this Self I'm in
And leave it like a skin upon the ground