Red-eyes fly away from here every night My intentions aren’t unfair or unkind How else could I purge my heart of this pillowed dream?
Arctic wind will be washed from my hair Trading the forest for the city Things will be different for you Things will be different for you
When you’re older, you’ll look back As you grow you’ll understand Why I left
All I talk about is you since that day Remember when I cry into my soup And you would say that it’s okay
So many things used to break my heart I’d fall so easily But you’re younger and smarter and harder than me
Things will be different for you Things will be different for you
When you’re older, you’ll look back As you grow you’ll understand Why I left
I’m not comfortable in my own skin Haven’t found my finest hour I can’t dance, let alone sing Before a crowd Or write effortlessly what I can’t come out and say When I do, I’ll be just like you
Trading the forest for the city Finding my way down the mountain Finding my way to the sea
When you’re older, you’ll look back As you grow you’ll understand You’ll understand