Chicane Follow

It's enough to make me spit
But we go on our way
Just putting up with it

And when I try to make my
Feelings known to you
You sound like you have changed
From red to blue

You're a father now
You see things in different ways
For every parent will
Gain perspective on their wilder days

But that alone does not explain
The change I see in you
The way you've drifted off
From red to blue

Sometimes, I think to myself
Should I vote red for my class
Or green for our children?

But whatever choice I make
I will not forsake

So, you bought it all
The best your money could buy
And I watched you sell your soul
For their bright shining lie

Where are the principles
Of the friend I thought I knew?
I guess you let them fade
From red to blue

I hate the compromises
That life forces us to make
We must all bend a little
If we are not to break

But the ideas you opted out of
I still hold them to be true
I guess they weren't so firmly
Held by you

It's enough to make me spit
But we go on our way