Grown Now

there were things that I thought were going my way that only ended up going sideways I was thinking bout them last night, whilst the sun came up Aint it funny how the house you are born ends up an old house that is haunted by the ghosts of the dreams that you had when you were growing up When you were growing up, do you remember that sound of the steel on the cold ground when they were building this crooked town? When you were growing up do you remember the way you’d talk about getting out? Still waiting on that fateful day but you’re grown now you’re grown now you’re grown now I was watching the rain on the window, I was thinking about how these thing go and suddenly I felt so much better than I did before. Aint it funny how the things you’re afraid of are really the same things you are made of and these same things are the things that good men have died for When you were growing up, do you remember that sound of the steel on the cold ground when they were building this crooked town? When you were growing up do you remember the way you’d talk about getting out? Still waiting on that fateful day but you’re grown now you’re grown now you’re grown now Are we too heavy in our living to be lifted up and given the things that we need to make us smile? Are too blind to see the truth that was so evident in our young and drifted away like a wayward juvenile? Maybe some things will never change When you were growing up, do you remember that sound of the steel on the cold ground when they were building this crooked town? When you were growing up do you remember the way you’d talk about getting out? Still waiting on that fateful day but you’re grown now you’re grown now you’re grown now you’re grown now you’re grown now you’re grown now #original #singersongwriter #americana #livemusic