Dad, I'm still the same
restless son that you knew
Thinking about what's next
Before my work is even through
I'm always at my worst
when things don't go my way
Even when they do
You still hear me complain
Sometimes I wonder what
you would say to me
Sorry son, but you will never be
(La, la, la) Now I'm on the road
Swear I'm wearing out my shoes
Yeah, I'm talking back
But I'm trying to pay my dues
Did you ever feel
the same way that I do?
Did you wonder how
you'd ever make it through?
We're just different types
The truth is clear to see
That you and I know we could never be
Like them Dad, I'm still the same
restless son that you knew
Thinking about myself
And I'm so good at it too
I wonder what you'd say
If you were still at home
I guess I know enough
to make it on my own
Still, it'd be so nice
If I could see your face
Assuring me that I will find my place
Like them (La, la, la)