If I had known growing up what it was like to be grown
I would have changed my wayward ways within the throw of a stone
meaning some things I would do differently though within the zone
already known in other words I'd still be me feeling at home
no matter where I may be no matter where I may roam
no matter if I am homeless cold and all alone
I'll always manage to make it someway somehow and so
 not too much would have been changed it would just be nice to be shown