Settling Son

Son, take it from me
It’s in the little victories
That keep you shaking hands with defeat, yeah
Son, I’ll tell you reality
Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
But the years go lightning fast
That I just can’t help but see
We believe
It’s okay to leave
The words caught in your throat
But you know, that you’re growing old
You always do
What you’re told
Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost
You know in the end
You’ll be walking the tightrope
Walking the tightrope
Son, take it from me
Life’s more than the floors of this factory
And working forty hours
Every single week
Son, I’ll tell you reality
Isn’t living down on your knees
But my life’s gone in a flash
And I just can’t help but see
We believe
It’s okay to leave
The words caught in your throat
But you know, that you’re growing old
You always do
What you’re told
Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost
You know in the end
You’ll be walking the tightrope
Walking the tightrope
Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite
Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite
You call this living a normal life?
We’re not living a normal life
We still believe
It’s okay to leave
The words caught in your throat
But you know, that you’re growing old
You always do
What you’re told
Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost
You know in the end
You’ll be walking the tightrope
Walking the tightrope
We still believe
It’s okay to leave
The words caught in your throat
But you know, you’ll be walking the tight rope
You always do
What you’re told
Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost
You know in the end
You’ll be walking the tightrope
Walking the tightrope