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      Pre-chorus:   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