You’re thinking that’s the price you pay, 
For waking up a little late. 
I got a chance and danced away. 
I’m sick of trying to find a way, 
RIGHT NOW 
And running out of words to say. 
RIGHT NOW 
I got 20 years to pass away. 
RIGHT NOW “
I know my son, let me carry you.” “
I know my son, let me carry you.” 
You’re thinking that’s the price you pay. 
You took it back another way. 
I complicate it back to me. 
I’m sick and tired of things 
I say. I’m sick and tired of all this weight, 
I need the pressure pressed away. “
I know my son, let me carry you.” “
I know my son, let me carry you.”