Album: Childish Prodigy
Way over there where the wind come from
I swear i thought i was the only one
Each time i stop to get air well i'm still over there
The silhouette kid's swinging on a swing
Scrapes his knee and blooded brains
He shows his friends he's alive as he brags and he jives
Hey. He's alright. Yeah
They say makin up for lost time
Ain't makin up for much at all
Sometimes i think gettin older's oh so last year, yeah
But other times i grab the bull by the horns
Rip em off with calloused hands
Sometimes you cry like a child still get up in the mornin
I was a geezer just last night
Watchin TV no not understandin anything
I scrape my face on the clouds every time i get out
But that's day time
Some people they use up all their cash
Records and such just sit around but i don't care about that
People say i'm to blame i guess i think it's a shame
Oh, but I don't care. Yeah