Can you believe I was born only yesterday?
'Cause I gotta say, I'm bored already. Let me play.
You see, the world's not cold when you draw the shades
And draw the day you want.
Heaven help me, I'm beginning to make sense.
God forbid I come around and finally figure out what's really going on.
Maybe it's a scam or maybe I'm just dumb.
Whatever the case, I'm ready for change...
I'm coming of age.
It would appear I'm torn between a million things.
Of all the tales of old, I think I'll go with change.
But could it mean we're lost at sea?
We won't know til' we row.