Oh what it must be like To feel so young To disregard all sound advice About what anyone else has done Oh, what it must be like To have so much time To waste and burn and stretch and grind With your full and thick hairline Oh, to do it all again And correct all our mistakes No time machine to show us when To avoid all our heartaches Oh to have just one more chance To course-correct these ships To steer ourselves around the rocks And not end up like this Oh, when will you learn that You'll never figure it all out? You want to run, your heart it yearns For stuff you don't know a thing about Oh, what could I say That would be of any use to you? I'll shut my mouth and try to find a way But you should do the things I was too scared to do