My mom recovered alcoholic
In the opera and Jackson Pollock said
All these things, all these things are yoursShe said you're not blessed
And you're not cursed
In the end you write your verse
Yeah all these things, all these things are yoursLet that feeling
Born in shadow
Let it make you
Make you strongAnd the demons
You got to carry
Carry you on and on and onJohn Coltrane's added grays
Took us all to better days
Said all thesethings, all these things are yours
Am I right, am I wrong
In the end just write your song
'Cause all these things, all these things are yoursLet that feeling
Born in shadow
Let it make you
Make you strongAnd the demons
You got to carry
Carry you on and on and on'Cause all these things, all these things are yours
All these things, all these things are yours
Oh oh, all these things, all these things are yoursWhat happened to you, man
I've been there, too
'Cause all these things, all these things are yoursLet that feeling
Born in shadow
Let it make you
Make you strongAnd the demons
You got to carry
Carry you on and on and onLet the demons
To carry, na na na