Maybe it's cold outside and maybe i'm just fine, the way i am Maybe my coffee is cold And maybe i'm too old to ride the swings at the fair But what's stopping me from doing what i please If i want to, i'll ride the kiddie swings
Sometimes you have to grow up, even if it's just for a day at a time Or a saturday rhyme Sometimes trees get taller, we watch and admire As little boys turn into men Behind our backs, moving too fast, The world spins
And maybe goodbye's are hard Well at least we know what they are And we were warned before Well maybe warnings don't work And maybe i had to see for myself But what's stopping me from being so naive A broken heart once loved whole-heartedly
Sometimes you have to grow up, even if it's just for a day at a time Or a saturday rhyme Sometimes trees get taller, we watch and admired As little boys turn into men Behind our backs, moving too fast,
What's a heart beat what's a life Without a breath of unsureness What's a situation without people being them What's a day what's a year without a chance, a guess, a surprise
Cause behind our backs, oh moving too fast Whether you want it to or not Oh behind our backs, moving too fast The world spins Behind our backs - the world spins