

I learned to run before I knew the road
They clapped so loud I thought that sound was home
At twenty one I had a suit and a headline
My friends were broke and laughing past midnight
I kept two phones and called that being chosen
A gold star kid with both his hands still frozen
Every win arrived before I had a language I wore achievement like
a clean white bandage They said you're set,
you made it, don't look over
So I kept moving like a bright poster
Now I'm older and the rooms feel small
Success was a ladder against one wall When the crowd went home
I could hear it plain What you skip in youth comes back
again If you bloom too soon,
where do you go later
When your name gets there before your heart is greater
I had the keys young,
I had no map Now I trace my life through the
missing gaps If you bloom too soon,
you keep chasing weather Trying to make the early shine last forever
(ohh) (ahh) (oh oh) At thirty eight I finally missed a season
No grand collapse, just quiet without reason I met a man who
started late and slept well He built a life too slow to
ever sell
I envied how his failures made him tender
How empty time could teach a shape to winter
I saw my younger face in every window All finish line and
nowhere left to bend though Maybe growing up is learning how to
land Not every early door will make a man Maybe peace is
not the prize you win
Maybe it begins when you begin again
If you bloom too soon,
where do you go later When your
name
gets there before your heart is greater I had the
keys young, I had no map Now I trace my life through
the missing gaps If you bloom too soon,
let the years restore you There is more to be than what
the first win told you I'm not too late,
I'm only getting honest The boy who won is still becoming on
this (ohh) I can grow past what began me