I'll be the first to admit I'm a little stuck in high school I rose colored those memories With drug store sunglasses I never liked warm beer or cigarettes But I liked watching the smoke Clear the high school fence
I am a self-described black sheep, A self-denying sinner Raised by a village of my peers In the back seats of used cars It took a long time For my feet to reach the floor But when they finally did I was ready for the world
What you get in the cradle, You keep till the grave Some good men may be born they said, The better ones are made So you try on every shoe And you stand in every shadow Hope you find yourself somewhere Between the first pew and the back row But you're always carrying around that kid Whose picture's in the hallway, Eighteen and graduating Did you ever make those dreams come true Or is a kid still waiting? Is a kid still waiting?
God bless the linoleum table In my daddy's kitchen If he was scared, he'd never tell, But I sure as hell did listen And it don't matter how many prayers Ever came off my lips I still learned how to curse just like he did
What you get in the cradle, You keep till the grave Some good men may be born they said, The better ones are made So you try on every shoe And you stand in every shadow Hope you find yourself somewhere Between the first pew and the back row But you're always carrying around that kid Whose picture's in the hallway, Eighteen and graduating Did you ever make those dreams come true Or is a kid still waiting? Is a kid still waiting? Is a kid still waiting?
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