Edwin McCain Solitude
E. McCain Time he was a good friend Yea was a brother of mine We were imaginary comic book superheroes Kids wasting time We were prisoners of our youth We were growing up strong 'Til the day he was aken away For something he did wrong oh alright Tim came 'round just the other day And boy he had some stories to tell His mama kept him locked up in a rehab Although the doctor said he was well He said yeah I've been through the anger And the hatred towards my mom And I put all that behind me Just tell me what was it like to go to your prom CHORUS He said thank you mom for fixing My clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood My brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude of my solitude Well growing up these days just ain't easy Oh and the kids they're doing the best that they can So mama you beter think twice Before you lock your kid up and throw away the key 'Cause soon your little boy is gonna be a man CHORUS Tim left town just yeasterday He left me with these words He said Yeah i know this life's got a lot to give But my childhood is gone And I'm not afraid of dying I'm gonna grab this world by the horns learn how to live CHORUS Twenty-four months of solitude I didn't ask you for this solitude I can't forgive you for this solitude
