Still Fighting It

Good morning, son, I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a Coke, maybe some fries
The roast beef combo's only nine ninety-five

It's okay, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up
And everybody does, so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what the years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

Good morning, son, 20 years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you about today
And how I picked you up and everything changed

It was pain, sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows it sucks to grow up
And everybody does, so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what the years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try and try
And one day you'll fly away

Good morning, son
Good morning, son
Good morning, son
Good morning, son

Good morning, son (good morning, son)
I am a bird (good morning, son)
Good morning son (good morning, son)
(Good morning, son)

It was pain, sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up
And everybody does, so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what the years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it, oh
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry