So young and eager to believe, in fairytales, heroes and honesty, in ways of life with dignity. But I’m growing up, I’m not copping out I just don’t feel the same, I feel the weight of doubt. And it’s getting hard to believe, the newspaper, TV and the FM waves. So hear me when I say I don’t think the good die young, just the good in you. Because we’re growing up and I’m not sitting out, because we’re growing up we’ll turn the radio down. Because they spiked the airwaves, and now fiction is our lives.