By Ben Folds
Good morning son, I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke? Maybe come fries?
The roast beef combo's only nine ninety five
But it's ok, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change
Everybody knows it hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on
And we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry
Good morning son, and twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you about today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain, sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things
Everybody knows it sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on
And we're still fighting it
You'll try and try
And one day you'll fly
Away from me
It was pain, sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things