The mistakes you're making, they're not your own It's all a lie, they're all on loan What you did when you were young on your own That's who you are
And sitting on nineteen years of age There's so many ways to build you own cage You're resisting every step of the way It's getting hard
Still we all need to be rebels, we don't need to be told Drag our feet till we wear out the soles So young but you're feeling so old Where should you go
Yet we laughed so hard, we pressed so tight Felt so good I thought we just might Burst into pieces scattered through the night We let it go
And the tall grass sways your days, the warm summer breeze Sweeps through the back porch caressing your dreams Her eyes sooth you from across the room And it's so slow
Saying don't of your young original mind, this time The river winding through you holds a certain kind of rhyme It's wild and rushing, unconfined From long ago.
You're a good kind of crazy A good kind of tame Good kind of lazy Good kind of pain Good kind of maybe Good kind of vain Good kind of baby Good kind of change