Still Fighting It — текст песни (Ben Folds)

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo`s only $9.95
It`s okay, 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, we`re still fighting it
And you`re so much like me
I`m sorry
Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we`ll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you `bout 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, we`re still fighting it
You`ll try and try and one day you`ll fly
Away from me
Good morning, son
I am a bird
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you`d feel the same things
Everybody knows
Tt 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, we`re still fighting it
Oh, we`re still fighting it, we`re still fighting it
And you`re so much like me
I`m sorry