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
But 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

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)
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