Where has the time gone? The years that have passed me by
Now a teenage girl in high school, tomorrow a mother and a wife
Today a rebel without a cause, tomorrow a conformist without a clue

The days seem to fly, since the time when I knew you
From a maiden to a lover, a lover to a crone, the stages of my life seem to blow away like smoke

The clock is ticking onward, the sand is running out
Skin once young and taunt, is wrinkled beyond a doubt
Hair a steely grey, body a huddled wreck
I guess this is the price we pay to finally earn respect