Chris Moore - Young at Heart Lyrics

Young at heart it's like a cliché
Says you're fighting growing old
Young at heart it's optimistic
Says you're still green not streaked with gold

But here on the inside
I'm still a child it's still the first time
I'm still wild I'm still a dreamer
I'm still the one who's looking out
For the young at heart

Young at heart it's like a sentence
Trapped inside another place
Young at heart it's realistic
Says life's been written on your face

But here on the inside
Don't count the years it's still the first time
And I'm still here I will survive
I'm still the child with open eyes
For the young at heart

I know summer's over
Autumn winds have blown across the sky
Leaves are falling we're all older
Making peace for what it's worth to simplify
What's still to come
Where's still to go
What's still to find us
Who's still to know?

There's a world in my mind
Where the years have been kind
To all the old faces
Where people and lands
Have passed through my hands
In beautiful places
They all left their traces
All left their traces