| As I’m worried about my thirties
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| My kids sit in jail
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| Was strong because they have to
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| Their bodies go through hell
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| Feel bad but then I don’t
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| 'Cause they were raised by better souls
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| Twice my age and withered away
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| I’m relatively close to okay
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| I don’t believe but I’d do it for you
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| Whatever you need to relieve you of you
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| If some higher power is all that you need
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| In my eyes it’s you, you’re the god that you seek
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| I was worried about my twenties
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| My family just moved on
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| The truth became outstanding to me
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| It’s harder to be strong
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| Never wanted to cause the trouble
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| I guess I craved to be my own
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| The thing that made me happy
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| To shake you off
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| Is the thing that saved you after all
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| I wish I’d rooted for you from the start
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| I wrote you off for a moment at first
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| It broke me just thinking how you sobered up
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| Who cares of what fashion just glad you’re with us
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| As I watched you join the race
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| Of everyone who took a right
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| I hear it tucked away in your voice sometimes
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| But you tell it doesn’t hide
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| And maybe you got here later |
| But for all that you’ve missed out
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| The twenties were just some wandering around
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| The thirties were all a bout |