You say that people are always pushed into what they are
by the people around.
Nothing moves you like the members of your town.
we lean to fit right. And if we can’t
We brake.
There are the high tracks,
and the low tracks that’s just how it is.
There’s no time you don’t know it.
its true among kids.
You know when you are different.
I remember it, but It doesn't quite fit.
I was to old for my age, to aware of my pain.
But I had friends who smiled when I said something funny,
Who wore all new cloths, had daddy  n’ mommy
I suppose they saw me see myself differently.
And they agreed that they were not so different from me.
I never split it down the middle only vertically.
It wasn’t the kids with or without the money
that meant a thing to me.
What would happen when you defined,
You by yourself, and not on so much by
Your family and wealth.
The ones that were like me saw that I had a chance,
That I was a person and  had choice were to stand,
I blossomed in a strange place between,
The kids without money and kids with new things,
And all throughout life I’ve had all kinds of friends.
There are high tracks and low tracks
And both of them bend.