Settling Son - Less Than Jake

Son, take it from me

It’s in the little victories

That keep you shaking hands with defeat, yeah

Son, I’ll tell you reality

Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

But the years go lightning fast

That I just can’t help but see

We believe

It’s okay to leave

The words caught in your throat

But you know, that you’re growing old

You always do

What you’re told

Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost

You know in the end

You’ll be walking the tightrope

Walking the tightrope

Son, take it from me

Life’s more than the floors of this factory

And working forty hours

Every single week

Son, I’ll tell you reality

Isn’t living down on your knees

But my life’s gone in a flash

And I just can’t help but see

We believe

It’s okay to leave

The words caught in your throat

But you know, that you’re growing old

You always do

What you’re told

Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost

You know in the end

You’ll be walking the tightrope

Walking the tightrope

Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite

Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite

You call this living a normal life?

We’re not living a normal life

We still believe

It’s okay to leave

The words caught in your throat

But you know, that you’re growing old

You always do

What you’re told

Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost

You know in the end

You’ll be walking the tightrope

Walking the tightrope

We still believe

It’s okay to leave

The words caught in your throat

But you know, you’ll be walking the tight rope

You always do

What you’re told

Going up in smoke, and you’re a ghost

You know in the end

You’ll be walking the tightrope

Walking the tightrope