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!