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 are so many ways to build your own cage You’re resisting every step of the way It’s getting hard
You’re a good kinda crazy A good kind of tame, A good kind lazy, A good kind of pain, A good kind of maybe, A good kind of vain, A good kind of baby, A good kind of change.
Still, we all need to be rebels, We don’t need to be told, Drag our feet ’til we wear out the sole So young but you’re feeling so old Where should you go?
Yet we laughed so hard, we pressed so tight It felt so good I thought we just might Burst into pieces scatter through the night We let it go.
You’re a good kinda crazy A good kind of tame, A good kind lazy, A good kind of pain, A good kind of maybe, A good kind of vain, A good kind of baby, A good kind of change.
In the tall grass sways your days, A warm summer breeze, Seeps through the back porch screen Caressing your dreams Her eyes soothe you from across the room It’s so slow.
Saying, don’t lose sight of your young original mind, This time the river windin’ through you Holds a certain kind of rhyme, It’s wild and rushin’, unconfined From long ago
You’re a good kinda crazy A good kind of tame, A good kind lazy, A good kind of pain, A good kind of maybe, A good kind of vain, A good kind of baby, A good kind of change.