Just the thought seems strange
To picture myself old and gray
Thinking of the job I might have
Or the spouse I hope I meet

The children that might come about
Then the grandchildren later
Getting wiser with age
But knowing it won’t matter later

Right now, in my youth
I want to laugh
I want to be foolish
I want to break rules

I want to live my life
I want to sing
I want to dance
I want my youth to be eternal

Because growing up
It seems too hard
Too strange
I can feel the youth slipping away.