Step quietly you are and intruder
It's not your right
It's a privilege tonight
And all of the things I've stood up and seen
On birthdays and christmas and days inbetween
You say son, by your talk, it's not your battle to be won
Hey we all have plans
To struggle through to our promised lands
And there's a bag on my back
And a key in the door
I say hey
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Dream childishly
You are not a prisoner
Take this right
It's your privilege in life
And all of the things that we could have been
And all of the things that we could still be
You say son have your fun
It's your battle to be won
Hey we all have plans
To struggle through to our promised lands
And there's a bag on my back
And a key in the door
I say hey
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I have stepped on cracks
And I felt my wings collapse
Cause I flew to close to the sun
And I never learned to run
And I have stepped on cracks
And I felt my wings collapse
Cause I flew to close to the sun
And I never learned to run
Hey we all have plans
To struggle through to our promised lands
And there's a bag on my back
And a key in the door
I say hey
Hey hey hey
I'm on my way
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey we all have plans
To struggle through to our promised lands
And there's a bag on my back
And a key in the door
I say hey
I'm on my way