Maybe it's cold outside and maybe I'm just fine the way I am
Maybe my coffee's cold and maybe I'm too old to 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 back
moving too fast, the world spins
Maybe goodbyes 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
Oh, what's stopping me from being so naive
Oh 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 admire
as little boys turn into men
behind our back
moving too fast, the world spins
What's a heart beat whats a life with out a breath of unsureness
What's a situation with out people being them
What's a day what's a year with out
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