Rev your enginesnCross your heartsnWe're sailing off to marsnWe're the travelers from afarnnPass cast aways on ship wrecks starsnDark in empty barsnWe're light years on this cruisenYou wait half your life for a brand new startnYou learned your lines, you end your partnYou're all battered up and bruisednnYou always had a roman candle for a heartnNow you gotta firm grip on things for a startnI suppose that's a part of growing oldnOh oh growing oldnnBa da ba ba ba ba baanba ba ba da ba nba da ba ba ba da banOoohnnYou always had a roman candle for a heartnNow you gotta firm grip on things for a startnI suppose that's a part of growing oldnOh oh growing oldnnYou rickashayed then you marooned (?)nA spaceship on the moonnYou left town with a sonic boomnBut gravity pulled you back homenDown to earth and all alonenYou cast victory over stonesnSoon you mellowed soon you brokenWith a softer voice you spoke:nProgress beyond reproachnnYou always had a roman candle for a heartnNow you gotta firm grip on things for a startnI suppose that's a part of growing oldnOh oh growing oldnnYou always had a roman candle for a heartnNow you gotta firm grip on things for a startnI suppose that's a part of growing oldnOh oh growing oldnnOooh