times are changing, my mind is ageing
a mans escaping as the shadow of youths abating
i figured whats the use in waiting
where have the signs been?
matured more in the last year
than the previous nineteen
n' its crazy how this lifes been,
age is a gun and its sight seeing
killing the kid inside me, in a midsummer nights dream
and as hard as it might seem
i've got the longest road ahead
its short when im happy, on the horizon when i'm sad
where the strongest show their edge
is where i'll be burnin a flag
i'm really just a confused patriot
from all the travellin i've had
and i'm tired of, havin a dad
i mean that in the sense
that he never really acted his part
the feelings that shoulda welded us together
were dead sparks, trapped in an arc
family doubts are oats
that were scattered in his past
he travelled from his problems
but i'm gonna face mine
by lookin in the mirror while holdin onto the hands of time
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