You're Alright. You Know That, Kid

I was born on a Friday in the middle of October
and now I'm 23 years older and still don't know a fucking thing

I was born on a Friday in the middle of October
and now I'm 23 years older and still don't know a fucking thing
And I've been filling my days dreaming change around the have-nots,
talking trade blockades and road blocks but never doing anything
And I've been spending my time in a hospital off 30
and I never shake the worry that I'll be coming back again.
And I'm not ready for a life without my father
and it's hard to fucking bother, on these days with anything,
but you're alright

It was a Monday on the day you left your body,
with your wife out in the lobby and your daughter on the way
And it feels like it's been a week since the days that you'd tell me,
"You're alright, kid. I don't care about the things they say"
Yeah you're alright
I don't care about the things they say
Yeah you're alright
I don't care about the things they say

I can remember all the days in spring that we had,
watching storms outside with Granddad's how we used to fill the days
I guess it's better that we said goodbye in springtime,
and I think of you all the time. And no one had a bad thing to say
Cause you're alright
No one had a bad thing to say
Yeah you're alright
No one has a bad thing to say

I was born on a Friday in the middle of October
And now I'm 23 years older and still don't know a fucking thing
But you're alright