Still Fighting - The Sabres of Paradise

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 nine ninety five It's okay You don't have to pay I've got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up 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 Twenty years from now Maybe we'll both sit down And have a few beers Now I can tell About 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 hurts to grow up 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 (Good morning, son) I am a bird (Good morning, son) (Good morning, son) Good morning, son I am a bird Everybody knows It hurts to grow up 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

The hills are alive with the sound of music With songs they have sung for a thousand years The hills fill my heart with the sound of music My heart wants to sing every song it hears My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds That rise from the lake to the trees My heart wants to sigh like a chime That flies from a church on a breeze To laugh like a brook when it trips And falls over stones on its way To sing through the night Like a lark who is learning to pray I go to the hills when my heart is lonely I know I will hear what I heard before My heart will be blessed with the sound of music And I'll sing once more