Pass It On

When your mother steadies your hand on your first steps

And your father holds you tight through feverish night sweats

And they clean the sand out of your scun up knee

And when you're nervous to do it, but they set you free

Pass it on

Pass it on

When your friend has your back and the others just call you names

When you feel off track, but they still let you in the game

Someone pays for your gas, and you don't know their name

And someone lets you merge when you're in the wrong lane