Photosynthesis - 4:12
Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old;
All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold.
All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand,
All my friends are getting married, mortgages and pension plans.
And it's obvious my angry adolescent days are done,
And I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become,
But that doesn't mean I'm settled up and sitting out the game;
Time may change a lot but some things they stay the same.

I won't sit down,
And I won't shut up,
And most of all I will not grow up.

Oh maturity's a wrapped up package deal so it seems,
And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams.
All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will
Have to grow up, be an adult, be bored and unfulfilled.
Oh but no one's yet explained to me exactly what's so great
About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate,
About meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity;
Well if that's your road then take it, but it's not the road for me.

And if all you ever do with your life
Is photosynthesize,
Then you deserve every hour of your sleepless nights
That you waste wondering when you're going to die.

Now I'll play and you sing:
The perfect way for the evening to begin.

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