Lyrics:

Early in the morning the feeling starts
tell me I'm all grown and I've come so far
but I don't feel the wise wisdoms as we talk...
Search between the cars in the parking lot
try to play a part that I know I'm not
early in deciding but late to start...
Twenty years, twenty years,
should I get why I'm here?
twenty years, twenty years...
How can I quit to think about days to come
will I choose the right ways before the wrong
will I pend the money so that I stand strong?
And does it pass as quickly as people say
will I find my bones to be weak one day
will I feel the short will I feel the fray?
Twenty years, twenty years,
should I get why I'm here?
Twenty years, twenty years...
Twenty years, twenty years,
should I get why I'm here?
Twenty years, twenty years.