I never ran with the pack, but
i'm not alone anymore
i go to work and i come back
it's pretty clear what i'm working for
Now i know that i don't come first
i know some of what my parents knew
it's me to we and ours from him and hers
more of all that what you have to do
I figure it's bigger than the both of us too
i wouldn't know love if it weren't for the likes of you
Who's that little boy over there?
with the spoon in his hand and the food in his hair?
over there
And the little bit that i give up
it's all coming back a hundred fold
it's not lost if it goes to love
it rounds you out so you can roll
extra eyes to watch your back
keep you honest and cut you slack
who'd of known that i would ever talk about that with you
I see my family waving from the doorway
once i went my way now i go your way
Over there...