I'm out of line again, 1 2 3 4, the tiny little steps, But somewhere my feet grew Two sizes too big And I'm already in the teens, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 The thirties are now behind me. I'm out of step, I'm out of line, And I'm not sure I want to stop.
But I have to, Because that 1 2 3 4, Is what will keep me alive.