At seventeen
There was so much life left to explore
But now it seems
I can't find my way back home anymore
Love has come and love has gone
People and places all move on
The winter time seems colder now
The days in the sun decrease somehow
Way up in the sky
If I could fly I'd be alright
But back in real life
I worry that I will never feel like the way I used to feel
At thirty nine
The stairs steeper to climb just to get into bed
I'm losing time
The years fall away like the hairs on my head
Love has come and love has gone
People and places all move on
The winter time seems colder now
The days in the sun decrease somehow
Way up in the sky
If I could fly I'd be alright
But back in real life
I worry that I can never feel like the way I used to feel