Can't for the life of me remember
The way back home, feels unfamiliar
Caught in this dream again, my hands are lead
They steer me off the road, I wake before I'm dead
I am a child behind the wheel
I am a child
Someone please pull me out of here
I am a child
I was raised by a man who thought that he could fly
He was raised by a mother who never looks him in the eye
One day when I was nine he took flight
I was raised by a mother who had to look me in the eyes and tell me
I am a child behind the wheel
I am a child
No one will pull us out of here
We have to drive
And it's all right
Hey it's all right
We have to try
Hey it's all right
Hey it's all right
Yeah it's all right
We have to try
Hey, it's all right
