When I was young I thought I had my own key I knew exactly what I wanted to be Now I'm sure You've boarded up every door
Lived in a bubble Days were never ending Was not concerned About what life was sending Fantasy was real Now I know much About the way I feel
I'll paint you the picture 'Cause I don't think you live round here no more I've never even seen The key to the door We only get what we will settle for
While we're living The dreams we have as children Fade away While we're living