Between Two Ages

(hummmm) (ahhhh) I drew lines in pencil

on the bedroom door

Measuring the inches,

wanting so much more

Tired of early bedtimes

and being told to wait

I spent my whole childhood

rushing out the gate

I thought freedom

meant no hands to hold

Couldn't wait for growing old

Now the days are heavy and the clocks run fast

I would give tomorrow just to have the past

All that time I hated being small and young

Wishing back the songs that my mother

sung (oh, to be a boy again)

Now bills pile high

and the gray hair starts to show

Running through the front yard

feeling long ago

I used to count the minutes

till I'd take the wheel

Now I'd trade the highway for how home

used to feel

I got the keys,

I got the open road

Just carrying a heavier load

Now the days are heavy and the clocks run fast

I would give tomorrow just to have the past

All that time I hated being small and young

Wishing back the songs that my mother

sung (wishing back those days)

I'd scrape my knees again

just to feel alright

Let me be small

tonight (mmm)