The air is close, about to break

Snow is waiting to cascade

Change in the season brings merely a host of things

You want to say but you are unable

Strange we children grow

Days will come and nights will go

But we get loud when the eastside meets the west coast crowd

Six years gone, I see your shape

And toss the key from the fire escape

My mind is still a mill of doubt

They're making pills to fake it out

You should be stable, you are unable (Huh)

Strange we children grow

Days will come and nights will go

But we get loud when the eastside meets the west coast crowd

Funny the battles that we brave

Feels like we're still in second grade

No longer people that we say

As much as the money that we've made

We'll travel on, interstate

At least we've got our direction straight

Strange we children grow

Days will come and nights will go

But we get loud when the eastside meets the west coast crowd