Question Everything

Ever since I was a child you always said that I should understand the rules<br>You take some and give less<br>Sit high above the rest...don`t you<br>As I ask a simple question<br>Cuts me off with his reply<br>He`s been practicing for decades<br>Now he thinks I have the time<br>He flows in and out of riddles<br>Looking me straight in the eye<br>But it seems like something`s missing from the days when he was more my size<br> <br><i>Chorus:</i><br>Ten years older and I`ve finally found my pride<br>This old man comes rolling home to die<br>Old feelings make it hard to decide just what it means to me<br> <br>Everything exists `tween black and white<br>You can twist and distort the most blatant of lies<br>Or just offer up solutions practiced only in your mind<br>I lost half my life to wisdom<br>So forgive me if I come off sounding bitter<br>If my words push you away<br>If I seem surprised to see you lying here in front of me<br>Just consider what you`re asking and give me a little time<br>I`m still having trouble breathing `cause up to now I`ve never seen you cry<br> <br><i>Chorus</i><br> <br>No son of mine<br>Should I be sleeping<br>No son of mine<br>As if you never understood that I don`t need your help<br>Don`t have to save me from myself<br>Or take me out to prove that I should live my life like you<br>As I ask a simple question<br>Cuts me off with his reply<br>He`s been practicing for decades<br>But I am listening this time<br>He flows in and out of riddles<br>Stories change without the wine<br>But at least he seems much clearer on how it feels to be my size<br> <br><i>Chorus</i><br> <br>Ten years older and I`ve finally found my pride<br>This old man comes rolling home to die<br>Old feelings make it harder to see just what he means to me<br>Just what he means to me<br>Just what he means to me<br>Just what he means to me