Another Direction

I followed you when we were kids Tried to do the things you did I never could catch you, you were too far ahead Now it seems that you've taken another direction again From dirty jokes to model cars To snitching smokes and first guitars And fishing with Grandpa on those rivers and lakes Now it seems you've discovered a different direction to take A homemade kite, with miles of string Pulling for freedom, like a living thing Peril awaited if you reeled it back Was it better to let it slip from your grasp? Now I spend my days telling inanimate objects To get out of my way, though I know it's impossible I'm holding on to the past, still rolling forward somehow And I see that you've taken another direction for now Yes, I know that you've taken another direction for now