The beginning was so easy
Do whatever to survive
With room to run
All these voices and decisions
Swimming circles in my head
All these choices and opinions
Feeling heavy as lead
I'm not my mother or father
And I am not yesterday's son
I'm not broken I'm, a wide open highway
With room to run
In the middle of my story
All I want is to feel alive
I'm not my mother or father
And I am not yesterday's son
I'm not broken I'm, a wide open highway
With room to run