Kind of Person

I was just a little child
Born in Philadelphia
I was almost there inside a car

Father, you were far away
Mother, working everyday
Parents of my past
That I don’t want to hear about again

I’m not the kind of person you can figure out
But we can try to understand in time
I’m not the kind of person you can figure out
But we can try to understand in time

Running to the Riverside
Hiding under Kelly Drive
From the other kids who used to kick

Maybe I was born to run
Maybe I just have no fun
Fall asleep before the party starts
I wake up all alone

You’re not the kind of person I can figure out
But I can try to understand your mind
You’re not the kind of person I can figure out
But I can try to understand your mind