Still Fighting It (Inst.)

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

Twenty 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 oh yeah

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