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
It`s 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

And you`re so much like me
I`m sorry

Good morning, son
Twenty years from now Maybe we`ll both sit down
And have a few beers And I can tell
You `bout 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
It`s 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 from me

Good morning, son
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)

uh~~~~~

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It`s 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