I Take a Look
I couldn't write an anthem for my generation
I didn't stay awake for most of it
I couldn't really sing a song that came from Boston
I couldn't navigate upon the River Styx
As we were going forwards, I was looking backwards
Inertia wrenched my neck until I finally Geaked
And I'm glad I spent those days in t-shirts and sneakers
Then rapped in printed polyester 'till I freaked
And I take a look
Where this pretty boy has come from
The loneliness
White tennies and what I've run from
I take it sideways, twisted backwards, and above
I take a look
I see a difference
I see a difference and its just about enough
Well I had friends who never wanted to be like "them"
And I was saying that I'd like to be like this
And I knew "them", and they said that they had their own friends
Just think of all the animosity I missed
I couldn't write an anthem for my generation
I couldn't raise the dumb, the numb, or the cleaver
I musta missed the wagon going on that Journey
And I forgotten the resurgence of whoever
And I take a look
Where this pretty boy has come from
The loneliness
White tennies and what I've run from
I take it sideways, twisted backwards, and above
I take a look
I see a difference
I see a difference and its just about enough
And I take a look
And I take a look
I didn't stay awake for most of it
I couldn't really sing a song that came from Boston
I couldn't navigate upon the River Styx
As we were going forwards, I was looking backwards
Inertia wrenched my neck until I finally Geaked
And I'm glad I spent those days in t-shirts and sneakers
Then rapped in printed polyester 'till I freaked
And I take a look
Where this pretty boy has come from
The loneliness
White tennies and what I've run from
I take it sideways, twisted backwards, and above
I take a look
I see a difference
I see a difference and its just about enough
Well I had friends who never wanted to be like "them"
And I was saying that I'd like to be like this
And I knew "them", and they said that they had their own friends
Just think of all the animosity I missed
I couldn't write an anthem for my generation
I couldn't raise the dumb, the numb, or the cleaver
I musta missed the wagon going on that Journey
And I forgotten the resurgence of whoever
And I take a look
Where this pretty boy has come from
The loneliness
White tennies and what I've run from
I take it sideways, twisted backwards, and above
I take a look
I see a difference
I see a difference and its just about enough
And I take a look
And I take a look
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Writer(s): David Christensen
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