It just took a little while for me to get my head together

Growing up's the hardest thing I've ever done



Here I am like a stranger in the house I grew up in

And learned right from wrong in if I did

Where the sun never shined enough on daddies growing older

And mothers never died in but she did

And I remember feeling guilty cause I couldn't wait to leave here

Though I loved 'em every way that I knew how

So I packed up all my yesterdays and headed for tomorrow

And it's almost tomorrow now

And daddy's little girl is home but where's the little girl gone

She bundled up her dirty jeans and teenie bopper magazine

In search of what her life was all about

With a little rag doll named Charlie Brown

And an ole suitcase full of hand me downs

And a loneliness she knew so much about



Now the dreams that I trusted and all the playthings have rusted

But here I am a woman somehow

And all those growing pains of yesterdays are gonna get me through tomorrow

Cause it's almost tomorrow now

And daddy's little girl is home but where's the little girl gone

She bundled up her dirty jeans...



Oh but I can still remember when I used to gaze out this window

Wondering who I was and what I would become

And it just took a little while for me to get my head together

Growing up's the hardest thing I've ever done

Oh but I can still remember...