Wise man say
Rules are made of glass
Can't have class or trash
Without the other
My misadventures
Have gotten me this far
Every candle on the cake's
Another story for the stars
In the back of the classroom is where I always sat
Internalizing all that my eyes see
No cage you put me in or aquarium
Is ever gonna hold me down
We're all born a little wild, let your feathers show
Been cheering for the sun ever since it snowed
Look what we did
Wise man say
Rules are made of glass
Can't have class or trash
Without the other
My misadventures have
Gotten me this far
Every candle on the cake's
Another story for the stars
Whatever doesn't crumble me
Is a building block
My tuition fee
Has always been these streets I walk
Prefer to listen than to babble
Reading books and lots of travel
These gravel roads, they lead nowhere
But I needed me some sun and air
All creatures underneath the sky
The ones that swim and walk and fly
All understand that we all must go
So don't be afraid