You were always in control

You were never out of hand

You were so damn perfect

It was hard to understand

Well you always had a goal

And you always had a plan

And if you had the control

Then I´ll never understand

Now you´re talking like a man

Who´s been walking the street

Blistered feet on, on that hot concrete

Singing songs, begging palms

For an alm or two

So I think you outta know

That I never held your hand

Yeah you were always in control

And I´ll never understand

Mine is a wandering mind, is a wandering mind

And you were always in control

You were never out of hand

You were so damn perfect

It was hard to understand