I'll probably do what is wrong
Before I do what you think is right
And I'll probably be tempted a few times or more
Though you try with all your might
And though you said be home by eleven pm
I'll be back in the morning light
You won't stop me from having my fun
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son
You try to have me learn from the sins
And the bad mistakes of your past
But still one day I'll screw up something
And it probably won't be my last
And the flag of innocence then will be
Flown down low at half mast
And it won't be held high till I'm done
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son
I love the fact that you care
Enough to worry bout me
And I love the fact that you believe
In the person that I want to be
And I'm trying with all of my heart
To set all of your worries free
And finally be someone
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son
Oh the day is young and expectations are high
And like some bird out on a perch, one day they'll expect me to fly
But for now I need to be that wondering, wandering soul
Lookin' on up at the sky
So I'm practically a man
Or at least I think so sometimes
And someday soon I'll be leaving home
For the car horns, the bells and the chimes
And I'll play my guitar on the side of the road
And keep on writing my rhymes
But until time tells me I'm done
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son
Before I do what you think is right
And I'll probably be tempted a few times or more
Though you try with all your might
And though you said be home by eleven pm
I'll be back in the morning light
You won't stop me from having my fun
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son
You try to have me learn from the sins
And the bad mistakes of your past
But still one day I'll screw up something
And it probably won't be my last
And the flag of innocence then will be
Flown down low at half mast
And it won't be held high till I'm done
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son
I love the fact that you care
Enough to worry bout me
And I love the fact that you believe
In the person that I want to be
And I'm trying with all of my heart
To set all of your worries free
And finally be someone
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son
Oh the day is young and expectations are high
And like some bird out on a perch, one day they'll expect me to fly
But for now I need to be that wondering, wandering soul
Lookin' on up at the sky
So I'm practically a man
Or at least I think so sometimes
And someday soon I'll be leaving home
For the car horns, the bells and the chimes
And I'll play my guitar on the side of the road
And keep on writing my rhymes
But until time tells me I'm done
I'm your son, I'm your son, I'm your son