I followed you when we were kids
Tried to do the things you did
I never could catch you, you were too far ahead
Now it seems that you've taken another direction again
From dirty jokes to model cars
To snitching smokes and first guitars
And fishing with Grandpa on those rivers and lakes
Now it seems you've discovered a different direction to take
A homemade kite, with miles of string
Pulling for freedom, like a living thing
Peril awaited if you reeled it back
Was it better to let it slip from your grasp?
Now I spend my days telling inanimate objects
To get out of my way, though I know it's impossible
I'm holding on to the past, still rolling forward somehow
And I see that you've taken another direction for now
Yes, I know that you've taken another direction for now