I'd like to be there in the
Morning when you wake up
Maybe pipe dream, but
Come easter we could pack up

Woah, woah
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

And when they ask me my occupation
I'm a prayin man working on my patience
I got no preference, politic party
Parents take away my car keys

Mass lets out, rollin' smokes for trades
Drink my weight coffee at the penny arcade
Rows of shoes, shelves of jewerly
Mama's dying her hair in the vanity

Daddy's watch too tight, try silver spoon for size
Harder than a needle through a camel's eye
Folks gather around the table, find a place
Boys that girl don't have expensive tastes