Too young
Too old
Twenty-one feels like so long ago
Now it's credit scores
Cash poor
Freedom don't seem so free no more
We've grown up behind our fathers in line
Leaning on a world through their eyes
Who am I to understand
So much and so little in my hands
Maybe I am just a man who never really had a plan
I have dreams without color or lines
So I can make them up in my mind
We're all on the way at the end of the day
I don't know anyone that don't feel the same