My intentions aren't unfair or unkind

How else could I purge my heart of this billowed dream?

Arctic wind will be, washed from my hair, trading the forest to the city

Things will be different for you, things will be different for you



When you're older, you'll look back

As you grow you'll understand why I left



All I talk about is you since that day

Remember when I'd cry into my soup and you would say that it's OK

So many things used to break my heart, I'd fall so easily

But you're younger and smarter and harder than me

Things will be different for you, things will be different for you



When you're older, you'll look back

As you grow you'll understand why I left



I'm not comfortable in my own skin, haven't found my finest hour

I can't dance, let alone sing before a crowd

Or write effortlessly what I can't come out and say

When I do, I'll be just like you

Trading the forest for the city

Finding my way down the mountain

Finding my way to the sea



When you're older, you'll look back

As you grow you'll understand

You'll understand