Don't put that thing too close to my headnIt took this long just to get ahead, he saysnHe knows for sure, but that he can't decidenBetween his decency and this matter of pridenSo he's growing up on time, he's growing up in the middle...nnAnd it burns, and it burns, the sun burnsnOh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?nnWe've got the same ideas, we got the same old fears;nDifferent colors sometimes, but hey, who cares?nIt's just years that shears our lives apart, like thenTime you tried to teach your nephew to fart, he couldn't do it. PUSH!nSo he's growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...nnOh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?nI'm not the kind of person who would say it, if it wasn't the truthnAnd then you go and tell a friend that her heart's on firenAnd it has no meaning.nNow and only now I know the difference when you tell menThere is no difference.nSo she's growing up on time, she's growing up in the middle...nnNow's the time to evaluate between the love you givenAnd the love that you take.nIt's not a matter of opinion, when it comes down to it,nIt's just a difference of opinion, that much I can take.nSo I'm growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...nnAnd it burns