It gets worse They always say to me I think it’s strange Cause how can that be? When my mind keeps racing And I can’t keep up I wanna go back To those simpler days I'm tired of eighteen Take me back to that swing Old enough to work Old enough to care Old enough to worry Old enough to bear 123 321 Abc Take me back to that swing That’s a fairy Not a fork I can climb this tree I can hold this worm