You were always in control

You were never out of hand

You were so damn perfect

It was hard to understand

Alright!

Well you always had a goal

And you always had a plan

And if you had the control

Then I'll never understand

Now you're talking like a man who's been walking the streets

Blistered feet on, on that hot concrete

Singing songs, begging palms

For an alm or two

So I think you oughta know

That I never held your hand

You were always in control

And I'll never understand

Mine is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mine is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mine is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mine is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering

Mind, is a wandering mind

You were always in control

You were never out of hand

You were so damn perfect

It was hard to understand

Alright!