There is a son
Who breathes the cold dry air
Waiting second after second

With nothing to bare
Why is he there
Standing all alone

Seems to be the only one
With out a home
(Seems to be the only one

without a home)
Brush the dust
And see what's underneath

You see to me it's clear
I am the son
I breathe the cold dry air

Waiting second after second
With nothing to bare
But I still care

I've waited my whole life
I've tried and tried when all I get is the last bite
I put my head down if for only a moment when a man walked by and spoke to me from his heart and he told me one thing

One notion of thought
Don't think about it it's not worth your time
Don't think about it it's not worth your time

Don't think about it it's not worth your time
That runs through my head everyday that goes by
That runs through my head everyday that goes by

Don't think about it it's not worth your time
That runs through my head every $#&@ing day that goes by
If there's one thing I've learned, it's that I am the son.

I breathe the cold dry air
Waiting second after second
With nothing to bare

But I still care
I've waited my whole life
I've tried and tried when all I get is the last bite

There is a son(I am the son)
There is a son(I am the son)
There is a son(I am the son)

There is a son(I am the son)
There is a son(I am the son)
There is a son(I am the son)

(I am the son)
(I am the son)