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 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
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