| Well I never lived through the great depression
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| Somethimes I feel as though I did
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| I don’t have answers for every single question
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| But that’s OK 'cos I’m just a kid
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| Well I’ve seen pictures of my mother
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| When she looked exactly like me
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| And I’ve seen all my friends running for cover
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| Running from something they can’t see
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| And it’s not easy to get a handle on my life
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| But I have tried it time and time again
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| But I still cry just like a baby
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| And I answer back to feel a little free
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| And I still fly even though I’m gonna fall
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| But I’m too far gone to let it get to me
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| I’m not much like my generation
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| Their music only hurts my ears
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| And I don’t hide my pain to save my reputation
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| It’s too hard to keep up with these years
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| And it’s not easy to make a habit disappear
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| But I have tried it time and time again
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| But I still cry just like a baby
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| And I answer back to feel a little free
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| And I still fly even though I’m gonna fall
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| But I’m too far gone to let it get to me
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| (I won’t let it get to me.) |