Twenty-Eight” by The Cobalt Season from But I Tell You

“27 years have passed me by
And I was just sittin’ here
Tryin’ to find myself

The best I can remember I’m the one
The smoking gun
Always the problem child

See I was born into family that was blind
Blind to the future
Blind to my searchin’ heart

Reckon they don’t mean me any harm
Just doin’ what they’re doin’
And they’re doin’ fine still

’cause I found my voice
Saw I had a choice
And mine was not to follow
But what am I to do?
Am I passin’ just through?

Well 27 years could not reconcile
Me to my searchin’
Never findin’ what I’m lookin’ for

Runnin’ out of breath to understand
Catchin’ up with a Man
Who died all those years ago

And I’m not so strong
Hope you won’t wait too long
’cause I’m so damn tired of waiting
But what am I to do?
Who am I to you?

27 years and I’m still here
Same scared kid
Lookin’ for his freedom

But freedom’s seldom what we think it is
Empty rhetoric
Freedom’s often greed dressed-up

So I’ll just move on
Find somewhere to belong
And wonder where you’re comin’ and you’re goin’
And hope to see you then
My friend”