When I was young
I used to know
What do to
Where to go
Even though
I didn't mind
Not doing a thing
Not one little thing

I had time
All kinds of it
Now I trip up on it
And I can't seem
To do one more thing
Not one little thing

And, Oh
I realize it's no different
Oh
On the other side of it
And, Oh

It's just the same
Just a different name
We call it
Just a game we try to play
And what to say
Why say anything?
Just one little thing?

And, Oh
I realize it's no different
Oh
On the other side of it
And, Oh

(la da dum...)

When did growing up
Ask me to give up?
I can't remember when
I began to listen more to them
They tell me how it's done
How I should move along
From all the little things
"Too childish" for the keeping

And, Oh
I realize it's no different
Oh
On the other side of it
And, Oh

Now that I know
What I used to know
What do I do
With what I hold?
Where do I go
With these little things?
These little things

(la da dum...)

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