Days get longer
Years get colder
My friends grow up
And I just get older
I wanna play on swings
And I wanna hang from trees
I wanna make you proud
But I still have dreams
Time seems to slip away
And you try to make me stay
So I'll just clean up my act
And hope that you want me back
So don't worry when I'm gone
I won't be out that long
I'll probably cut my hair
Move out and get a job