Palm Reader - The Wonder Years

I bought flowers from a drifter.

Cut my hand on a thorn,

Straight across the fate line.

I’m no palm reader,

But I doubt that’s the sign that I was looking for.

Rainy night in California.

Told me he fought in the war.

And I’m so desperate to do the right thing.

I’m not sure what that even is anymore.

He found a bus stop to weather the storm.

I’m gonna stand up straight.

I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.

Mom, I want you to know

I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home.

Faded light from the projector

Spitting summer out on a screen.

The pool we swam in caved in years ago.

We filled it up with furniture and concrete.

I saw right from wrong then.

The lines were simple and clean.

Now all the people I was taught would be heroes

Are acting like cowards, killers, and thieves.

I’m loosing track of who the good guys are supposed to be.

I’m gonna stand up straight.

I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.

Dad, I want you to know

I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home.

Coming undone at the seams.

Stress fractures and muted dreams.

Oh, please.

Undone at the seams.

Stress fractures and muted dreams.

Oh, please.

Undone at the seams.

Stress fractures and muted dreams.

Oh…

I’m gonna stand up straight.

I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.

Mom, I want you to know

I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home.

Stand up straight.

I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.

Dad, I want you to know

I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home.