Will It Be

I was born apart from my brothers
And never felt a part of
How do I teach things I never
Can we create the outcome
They grow so fast
Staring out the window at a lemon tree
Can’t make it last
I’m awake trying to sell a fucking t-shirt
Waiting to see my boys
Will it be my boys
Waiting to see my boys
Will it be
Maybe I came from a different place
Never felt a part of
What do I do to prepare for you
Something more than I have
They grow so fast
Staring out the window at a freight train
Can’t make it last
I’m awake singing songs to some other kids
Waiting to see my boys
Will it be my boys
Waiting to see my boys
Will it be