[Verse 1]

Grandpa said, "Son, real men don't hold guns

They’re humble with grace and they shield their loved ones"

"Hold your own," he said, "And bow to no one's head

Help when you have an impulse

And address the thing that you're dreading

Don’t you feel embarrassed, and never feel ashamed

For sticking up for others who can't defend their names"

[Chorus]

But I am nothing without the wind behind my back

But it's the wind that flows that keeps me on my track

But where this wind comes from is not like a sea breeze

It flows constantly from those close to me

[Verse 2]

I walk through an old yard, my friends in different rooms

A demon in their hands

They've taught me much under the great full moon

A complex series of unforeseen events

Divert my feet with every accident

It's humbling to know our control only goes so far

[Chorus]

But I am nothing without the wind behind my back

But it's the wind that blows that keeps me on my track

But where this wind comes from is not like a sea breeze

It flows constantly from those close to me

It flows constantly from those close to me