Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

Row, row your boat 'Cause I've got my own boat Even if the whole world knows I don't give a damn about what they think I don't have to stand up to your gun I don't have to sit down when you say Tell me I'm overboard The truth is you just want to see me

The words you say with your last breath and the emptiness in space I can't tell you what to do This crossroad is your own But I know what we'll become We'll be outlaws on the run Do you think about the end? Do you think about the end? (That slow last

What you thinkin' about? Oh what you thinkin' about What you thinkin' about I know everything They say my brain meltin' And the only thing I'll tell 'em Is I'm livin' for the present and the future don't exist So baby take your clothes off, a chance like