Still Fighting It

Good morning, son, I am a bird

Wearing a brown polyester shirt

You want a Coke, maybe some fries

The roast beef combo's only nine ninety-five

It's okay, you don't have to pay

I've got all the change

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up

And everybody does, so weird to be back here

Let me tell you what the years go on and

We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

Good morning, son, 20 years from now

Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers

And I can tell you about today

And how I picked you up and everything changed

It was pain, sunny days and rain

I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows it sucks to grow up

And everybody does, so weird to be back here

Let me tell you what the years go on and

We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

You'll try and try

And one day you'll fly away

Good morning, son

Good morning, son

Good morning, son

Good morning, son

Good morning, son (good morning, son)

I am a bird (good morning, son)

Good morning son (good morning, son)

(Good morning, son)

It was pain, sunny days and rain

I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up

And everybody does, so weird to be back here

Let me tell you what the years go on and

We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it, oh

We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me

I'm sorry