I was born to ignorance,
yes, and lesser poverties
I was born to privilege that I did not see
Like a pigment in my skin,
one of free and easy
I didn't know it, but my way was paved
I grew up a Catholic boy
in a northeastern state
A place when asked where you from,
some people tend to hesitate
Reply a little bit late,
as if maybe you didn't read
I was born to ignorance and privilege
My dad ran a printing press,
a tag and label factory
May have seen it as a child,
now a distant memory
Almost too faint to see
Dark red brick factory
Didn't know it but my way was paved
We moved from a city street
Shortly after I arrived
To a house on a gravel road
Where I learned to be alive
Where I'll walk, run , and ride
That's where I want to come alive
Didn't know it but my way was paved
If the wind is at your back
And you never turn around
You may never know the wind is there
You may never hear the sound
Oh, got to grow and go to school,
work at home and dream at night
Even be a college fool,
like I had any right
Never went through a war,
never great depression bore
Didn't know what my way was paved
Nose to the grindstone,
shoulder to the wheel
Back against the wall,
maybe you know how it feels
If the wind is at your back
And you never turn around
You may never know the wind is there
You may never hear the sound
I was born to ignorance,
yes, and lesser poverties
I was born to privilege that I did not see
Like a peck mounted by skin,
one of free and easy
Didn't know it but my
way was paved
Cause I was born to ignorance
and privilege