Family Tree

They say don't bite the hand that feeds you
Son, this land was once your home
Don't be so quick to leave all of it
As you journey on your own
But I knew my time was coming
When I would leave this all behind
Looking bright into that western blue
Hoping that myself I'd find
And so I packed my bags 10 years ago
I had to get out on my way
Never knowing where the wind would blow
Perhaps I did, but wouldn't say
You see this life that I want lived in me
It keeps coming up for air
And every time I feel it might be real
It makes me all the more aware
And every time you question me
With that same sad look in your eyes
Well, I can see myself
Turns out there's not so much space between you and I.
So why bother me with answers?
And why play at being concerned?
Just keep rolling on as though nothing's wrong
Never ask me what I've learned
Exchange for your silence for my insanity
As if I've wandered off to far
But if this road's somehow my salvation now
Might just end up where you are
Still every time you look my way
It's with confusion and some fear
Where has he gone, my son?
Will I be seeing him again this year?
My son, are you coming back our way?
Forget the things, the things we'll never say
Oh, son, does it even cross your mind
That you and me are two of the same kind?
So don't ask me where I'm going
Don't even ask me where I've been
Just listen to these songs of pressing on
Of leaning in to the wind
I might confuse you until I amaze you
And I might take you where you don't want to go
But if you just hold on you may see what I'm on to
My life might truly show
Lord knows we're all just standing around
All wondering who we should be
Playing at being someone else
Oh and you're just you
And I'm just me
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