(chorus)|Wow, where do I go now|I'll spin the world around|Spent too much time in limbo|Starin' through my window|I made it out so where do I go now||Maybe I grew up too fast|Foggin' up the hourglass |I won't live my life |Like some old man who bottles sand||So I poured it 'round my feet|Makin' my own private beach|A new philosophy|That came from nowhere||(chorus)||Maybe I should book a flight|Fly to Dublin for the night|Or maybe Cozumel|I'll buy a boat and sail alone||I could throw away my phone|Clear my head and write a song|Make it big someday|And win a Grammy||Hey making friends along the way||(repeat chorus)||Maybe I grew up too fast|Foggin up the hourglass |I won't live my life |Like some old man who bottles sand|||