well the night can play tricks
with a worn out mind
time can slowly turn
your blue eyes blind
worried bout the future
thinkn bout the past
one day you'll realize
you've grown up to fast
oooh child take it slow
let yourself grow
and take a look around
oooh child take it slow
don't let the weight of the world
bring you down
so i suppose it's best
to never look back
cuz what you see may
turn your blue eyes black
thinking bout the future
worried bout the past
never take the time
to make the present last