the days of being young and free

listen to my heart as it beats for you

and it's telling you the things that i never could. and it's laying it down on the line for you. and the years are catching up

i can see it on your face. and the days of being young and free

are left there with the memories that blow in the wind. and i can feel it coming when the monday morning blues

they last all through the week

i feel it on sunday too. and i can feel it coming when my knees feel weak

and i can not speak the truth. the days of being young

the days of being free. they're etched upon my face in every light that you see. the stories i could tell

the lies are told as well. what i wouldn't give to live it all again. the years are passing

every single day. where did they go? did you take them all away?

now i'm older and brave. and the children

they all left. they fled their family nest. and now we're all alone

and the house don't feel like home anymore

anymore. then i can feel it coming when the monday morning blues

they last all through the week

i feel it on sunday too. and i can feel it coming when my knees feel weak

and i can not speak the truth. the days of being young

the days of being free. they're etched upon my face in every light that you see. the stories i could tell

the lies are told as well. what i wouldn't give to live it all again. and in my baby's eyes i lived it all again

the fear

the surprise

everything. in my baby's eyes i lived it all again

and i wouldn't change anything. and in my baby's eyes i lived it all again

and i wouldn't change anything.