Need a change, trade in my affections for a smilenSometimes it's cruel to be kindnSo i take the strain, and i hang out with my baby for a whilenWoman's body, child's mind.nWell i'm searching for some evidence she's telling me she's minenHer head is lacking residence, it's been empty for some timennIf you don't know where you're going, does it matter where you've been? nBecause some of us are growing up honey, and some are growing in, iiinnn, iiiiinnnnnnn yeah.nnNow she's afraid, afraid of being old but young inside, nhad a child as a childnNice easy trade, her slow boat for the closest rapid ride, tired of the meek and mild.nnI'm searching a downcharm, she's showing me the way, ni don't know how to say;nnIf you don't know where you're going, does it matter where you've been?nBecause i said, some of us are growing up honey, and some are growing in, iiinnn, iiiinnnnnYour eyes are turning inside out now, you're not sticking to the tracksnSo get on your feet or lose a beat, then there's just no turning back , no turning baaackkk yeahnnLa da di da da deeeyy...nnI'm desperate for attention, she's showing me the doornI don't know no morennIf you don't know where you're going, does it matter where you've been?nBecause i said, some of us are growing up, showing up, blowing up everything, and some of us are growing iiiiinnn.nnLa da di da da deeeyy...n