I remember young songs
In a white car parked by the mall
Long before I did things down the road
Before I got so tall

And you were always been my friend
In spite of everything I did
And you could always find me hiding out
Despite how quietly I hid

So this is just how I say
Those three words everybody knows
It’s not like I found some special thoughts
Mine just found some place to go

And that’s why I sing
All these words in such big notes
So that you’ll hear me
And wonder what I wrote

I always thought it was just
(I always thought, I always thought)
The way a mother sees a son
(You’d talk, you’d talk)
You’d talk about the way I write
Now you see how far it’s come
(Now you see how far, now you see how far)