When did we change,
from throwing paper planes,
And driving wooden trains,
to this.

And when did we grow,
From angels in snow,
Lots of this we didn't know,
To this.

Can you put your finger on the day,
when we never agian did play,
our childhood wasted away,
To this.

And when did we get taller,
Our dreams get smaller,
So now the only thing left in life,
Is this.