Oh what it must be like
To feel so young
To disregard all sound advice
About what anyone else has done
Oh, what it must be like
To have so much time
To waste and burn and stretch and grind
With your full and thick hairline
Oh, to do it all again
And correct all our mistakes
No time machine to show us when
To avoid all our heartaches
Oh to have just one more chance
To course-correct these ships
To steer ourselves around the rocks
And not end up like this
Oh, when will you learn that
You'll never figure it all out?
You want to run, your heart it yearns
For stuff you don't know a thing about
Oh, what could I say
That would be of any use to you?
I'll shut my mouth and try to find a way
But you should do the things I was too scared to do