You're Alright. You Know That, Kid

I was born on a Friday in the middle of October
And now I'm 23 years older, and still don't know a fucking thing
I was born on a Friday in the middle of October
And now I'm 23 years older, and still don't know a fucking thing
And I've lived through my days, dreaming of change among the have-nots
? roadblocks, but never doing anything
And I've wasted all my time in a hospital of 30
And I never shake the worry that I'll be coming back again
And I know I'm not ready for a life without my father
And it's hard to fucking bother, on these days, with anything
But you're alright
And it was a Monday on the day you left your body
With your wife out in the lobby, and your daughter on the way
And it feels like it's been a week since they days that you told me,
"You're alright kid. I don't care all the things they say"
Yeah, you're alright. I don't care all the things they say
Yeah, you're alright. I don't care all the things they say
Yeah, you're alright. I don't care all the things they say
And I can remember all the days in spring that we had
Watching storms outside with Grandad's
How we used to spend the days
And I guess it's better that we said goodbye in springtime
And I think of you all the time
And no one had a bad thing to say
'Cause you're alright
No one had a bad thing to say
'Cause you're alright
No one has a bad thing to say
I was born on a Friday in the middle of October
And now I'm 23 years older, and still don't know a fucking thing
But you're alright