I saw you in the driveway Monday
Saw you smoking pot and laughing loudly with your friends
Letters that you'd send
All your ambition
Would get you somewhere

Saw you on the town on Tuesday
Saw your helping hand for man and everything was good
In your neighborhood
Boy, it's understood
You're a lucky son
A lucky one

When I knew you, Mr. Flynn
You were in it for the win
And the future was a shining beacon you could believe in
You had heard your call
Gonna catch the ones who fall
And you're handing out some kindness to this world
Some caring for this world
Some caring for the boys and girls who aren't like you
But you won't break, won't break through

Heard about your slip down Wednesday
Heard about your Thursday blues
And all the buried rage
Set it on a stage
Let it all rampage
And crush your love
You couldn't rise above

I can see you, Mr. Flynn
I can see the hell you're in
And I know I would not want to walk a mile in your shoes
I can not hear you call
Cause you're stuck behind your wall
Brick by brick it's hatred for this world
Hatred for this world
Hatred for the boys and girls who aren't like you
But you won't break, won't break through