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 I am a bird 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