young unprofessonals ben schuller

School taught me how to raise my hand When I want to speak But they didn't like what I had to say Head down according to the plan The American dream But maybe all our dreams are not the same I'm not afraid of failing I'm only scared if I don't try Don't need their invitation We like it here on the outside We are the young We are the young unprofessionals They told us wait our turn but Not anymore We take our own story where we want I got my sights set far from home Where the lights don't fade And I won't waste a second looking back We may be young and on our own But we're making our way You know we got a hunger now Part of everything I am I'm not afraid of failing I'm only seeing what's next up Don't want their invitation We like it here from our view Way high above We are the young We are the young unprofessionals They told us wait our turn but Not anymore We take our own story where we want