Gustavo Vilela, Ocartiz James, Alan Azevedo
A, Am, C, D, Em, G
Be a little bit bolder son
Be a little bit wise
Things my dad used to say to me while I sat and rolled my eyes
You don't know what's coming I used to answer back
Now we're knowing
This train is on its track
You're a little bit bolder, son You're a little bit wise
You can take your dreams And lift them to the sky
You don't know what's coming From the mountains to the sea
So take a step