tired rebel

I see ya youn boy
guitar in your hands
fire in your heart
wanna take the world
don't know where to start

You feel it beaten out of you everyday
as responsibilities outweigh freedoms
what was the one song
we used to sing at the top of our lungs
feeling so high we were hung by the clouds in the sky

you see a battle that can't be won
you thought your laurels were enough to rest on
and there you sit on top of Mt. Laurel
king everthing nothing