**[Intro]**
When I was young
the world was easy.
Every question
had a simple answer.
Or so they told me.
**[Verse 1]**
They taught me how to write my name,
to sit up straight and play the game.
To raise my hand,
to wait my turn,
to memorize the things I'd learn.
They said be clever,
be polite,
keep your future clean and bright.
So I collected little rules
like shiny medals given out at school.
And every time I got it right
somebody smiled and said:
“That's good.”
But nobody ever told me
what to do
when being good
stopped feeling good.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Tell me,
when did knowing everything
become the same
as understanding anything?
**[Chorus]**
Who did I become?
Can somebody tell me?
I learned all the answers
but forgot what I believed.
Who did I become?
I did everything correctly.
Now everybody knows my name...
except, sometimes,
me.
**[Verse 2]**
They gave me ties
and office doors,
numbers, meetings, polished floors.
A little card
that says I'm someone,
a little clock
that says when I'm done.
People ask:
“How's everything?”
I say:
“Fine.”
It's almost automatic.
Funny how one harmless word
can hide something so dramatic.
I've got passwords,
keys and plans.
A calendar that understands
exactly where I'm meant to be...
but nothing about
where I want to go.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Tell me,
when did being reasonable
become another way
of being invisible?
**[Chorus]**
Who did I become?
Can somebody tell me?
I learned all the answers
but forgot what I believed.
Who did I become?
I did everything correctly.
Now everybody knows my name...
except, sometimes,
me.
**[Verse 3]**
I saw a child outside today
drawing planets on the pavement.
Someone told him:
“That's not how
the solar system works.”
He shrugged
and drew another sun.
I laughed.
Then stopped.
Because somewhere in that picture
was a version of myself
before I learned
that every strange idea
needed permission
to exist.
Before imagination
became a hobby.
Before being curious
became wasting time.
Before somebody handed me
a ruler
and asked me
to measure my whole life.
**[Bridge]**
**[Wurlitzer softens]**
Maybe I don't need
another answer.
Maybe I need
a better question.
**[Bass becoming more melodic]**
What made me happy
before happiness
needed a reason?
**[Drums building]**
What did I love
before somebody told me
whether it was useful?
**[Saxophone enters]**
And if I don't know
who I'm supposed to be...
maybe that's not failure.
Maybe that's freedom.
**[SAXOPHONE SOLO]**
**[Final Chorus]**
Who did I become?
I think I'm starting to remember.
Not the name upon the door.
Not the numbers.
Not the letters.
Who did I become?
Maybe nobody can tell me.
And for once
I think I'd rather
find the answer
for myself.
Who did I become?
Whoever I decide.
I spent my whole life
learning how to live...
maybe now
I'll try being alive.
**[Outro]**
I used to have
so many answers.
Funny.
I miss
the questions.
