You said, "I'm sorry for the things we do not know" Well, darling, it's okay I'm still just a kid and I'm still scared of the world But I grow every day But I still worry about the ways I stay the same I want to go somewhere that don't feel like where I've been Drive with a plan to get lost I can't help but feel a little tired of this place 'Cause freedom comes at a cost And I worry about the ways I sell my soul Mother said that peace and love Are the same as sex, drugs, and rock and roll I don't know about that I don't know about that But it makes me feel better