Saturday Morning Blues

I don't know what I've been told,
But 21 ain't really that old,
Yet people act like I'm some great wise
man.

I remember back in '95,
It felt so damn good to be alive,
I'd spend my days hangin' out in the
park.

I wish I had some real talent,
Like Cat Stevens or Jimi Hendrix,
Or one of them other guys who can sing or play
guitar.

Hell that last line don't even rhyme,
I think I'm just doin' this to pass the time,
Or maybe there's a deeper purpose to it all
really.

After a bit of introspection,
It's clear I'm headin' in the wrong direction,
Or maybe I'm going the right way and my head's just screwed on
backwards.