it's late and your eyes are closed
but i'm sure that you're home
rocking back and forth in the dark
you just don't want no one to know
you're not sure where now to go

it's been some time since your face lit up
and your muscles lost control
at the sight of someone you love
two-steppin' underneath your window
if you remember, it doesn't show

so, what are you running from?
is it the same thing you loved 'bout being young?
harmless thoughtlessness and bubbleguns
it's still enough, it always ways
and you're wrong to think you stay the same
if you don't grow up

i would've stayed with you
if you weren't always moving on
and i could've made changes too
if any moment had felt wrong
and if you weren't already gone
(but you're already gone)

'cause, you see, you just can't wait to separate
what you've got from what you want
and every minute's just one too late
and that leaves no time for silly songs
or sleeping in all summer long
(or sleeping out on summer lawns)

and i say there's no sense in running 'cause
it's pretty wonderful just being us
with our whole-hearted love and simpler lust
it's still enough, it always was

and either way things are gonna change
babe, what's the rush?

and you're wrong to think you stay the same
if you don't grow up