Hey, you've lost yourself to what you were afraid of
Now you are the stuff you thought that dreams were made of
Will you go away and leave yourself behind?
Now I know that we'll be much more kinder to ourselves.
When I saw that we were getting older,
I thought it over--did we mean the things that we said?
Now I know that we'll be much more thoughtful To ourselves.

Just a colt trotting down the winding road,
Thinking of things that are old
Waiting to glimpse the face of light
Now I know we'll be much more clear to ourselves.