New Man Eye is to the body as a thought is to the soul They're both a lamp whose sharpness I control Beauty lingers 'bout as long as flattery my friend That door doesn't let out but lets back in I was full of everything, my eyes put on this plate Full of joy I'm needing, less of late I can return love to You the best that I know how I believe my worth has been redeemed And I can be a new man now Flatterers can fill a room as readily as this The devil goes to dinner amidst their bliss Following the need will lead me farther from truth's well Then only to be filled with what I miss I'm a new man, I'm a new man Like I said, there's always room where one keeps all things dear I'll shrink away from sight and thought and evil that appears I'm a new man, I'm a new man.