You were always in control You were never out of hand You were so damn perfect It was hard to understand Oh why? 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 You were always in control And I'll never understand Mine is a wandering mind, is a wandering mind.... You were always in control You were never out of hand You were so damn perfect It was hard to understand Oh why?