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 It's okay You don't have to pay I've got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up 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 Now I can tell 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 hurts to grow up 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) I am a bird (Good morning, son) (Good morning, son) Good morning, son I am a bird Everybody knows It hurts to grow up 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