Maybe it's cold outside and maybe i'm just fine, the way i am
Maybe my coffee is cold
And maybe i'm too old to ride the swings at the fair

But what's stopping me from doing what i please
If i want to, i'll ride the kiddie swings

Sometimes you have to grow up, even if it's just for a day at a time
Or a saturday rhyme
Sometimes trees get taller, we watch and admire
As little boys turn into men
Behind our backs, moving too fast
The world spins

And maybe goodbye's are hard
Well at least we know what they are
And we were warned before
Well maybe warnings don't work
And maybe i had to see for myself

But what's stopping me from being so naive
A broken heart once loved whole-heartedly

Sometimes you have to grow up, even if it's just for a day at a time
Or a saturday rhyme
Sometimes trees get taller, we watch and admired
As little boys turn into men
Behind our backs, moving too fast

What's a heart beat what's a life
Without a breath of unsureness
What's a situation without people being them
What's a day what's a year without a chance, a guess, a surprise

Cause behind our backs, oh moving too fast
Whether you want it to or not
Oh behind our backs, moving too fast
The world spins
Behind our backs - the world spins