Like Them - Jeff Anderson

Dad, I’m still the same

restless son that you knew

Thinking about what’s next

Before my work is even through

I’m always at my worst

when things don’t go my way

Even when they do

You still hear me complain

Sometimes I wonder what

you would say to me

Sorry son, but you will never be

(La, la, la) Now I’m on the road

Swear I’m wearing out my shoes

Yeah, I’m talking back

But I’m trying to pay my dues

Did you ever feel

the same way that I do?

Did you wonder how

you’d ever make it through?

We’re just different types

The truth is clear to see

That you and I know we could never be

Like them Dad, I’m still the same

restless son that you knew

Thinking about myself

And I’m so good at it too

I wonder what you’d say

If you were still at home

I guess I know enough

to make it on my own

Still, it’d be so nice

If I could see your face

Assuring me that I will find my place

Like them (La, la, la)