Been thinking that it might be nice To see myself in someone's eyes A little spitting image god could show me I'm not the best at staying calm But I think I could handle almost Every twisting curveball he could throw me
I could choose what he wears Comb his hair and brush his teeth Pack his lunch and check his homework for the week Make sure his shoes are tied and say it's time to go Drive real slow, pull up and park I just couldn't let him get out of the car
In the land of the free and the home of the terrified They'rе thrown to the wolves In the namе of the red and white Don't know if I'm built for that Pray-that-he-gets-lucky life Of holding tight and waiting by the phone And hoping he comes home
I couldn't stop him getting sad Or bundle him in bubble wrap I'd try to help him keep his heart wide open I'd teach him how to bend and sway That people leave and seasons change But how could I explain a world that's broken?
I could take all his friends to a film and buy them seats Give him money for the popcorn and the sweets Make sure he brings a coat in case he gets too cold Drive real slow, pull up and park I just couldn't let him get out of the car
In the land of the free and the home of the terrified They're thrown to the wolves In the name of the red and white Don't know if I'm built for that Pray-that-he-gets-lucky life Of holding tight and waiting by the phone And hoping he comes home
It turns my stomach, breaks my heart What happens in our own backyard No blessing in the lesson we keep learning Before it's time to pick your name Oh, I believe the winds can change And I could drop you off without a worry
In the land of the free and the home of the terrified They're thrown to the wolves in the name of the red and white Cause no one is built for that pray-that-he-gets-lucky life Of holding tight and waiting by the phone And hoping he comes home
Compositores: Alexandra Hope Robotham (Alex Hope), Benjamin David Platt (Ben Halen) ECAD: Obra #42579834