The Days of Being Young and Free

Listen to my heart as it beats for you
And it's telling you the things that I never could
And it's laying it down on the line for you.

And the years are catching up
I can see it on your face
And the days of being young and free are left there with the memories that blow in the wind

And I can feel it coming when the monday morning blues
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too

And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth

The days of being young
The days of being free.
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see
The stories I could tell
The lies are told as well
What I wouldn't give to live it all again.

The years are passing by
Every single day.
Where did they go?
Did you take them all away?
Now I'm older and brave.

And the children, they all left
They fled their family nest.
And now we're all alone and the house don't feel like home anymore
Anymore.

Then I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too

And I can feeling it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth
The days of being young
The days of being free
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well
What I wouldn't give to live it all again
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And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again The fear, the surprise, everything
In my baby's eyes I lived it all again
And I wouldn't change anything
And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again And I wouldn't change anything