I can see the old paint
Chipping through the molding
Wishing it was my room
Too many years too soon
I've grown with this place
So have you
I caught up and now we're in line
For the same age
20 somethings feel so poor
20 somethings feel so rich
Slow and steady or
Burst from giant star
It's in your blood it's in your blood
It's in our blood it's in our blood
More means less
Less I have it backwards