Growing - K.Will

Pick up your guitar And sing me a song This was groover's paradise Now the groover is gone Was a cool little city But time marches on Growing Growing Gone Hold up your shovels They're plated in gold We're breaking new ground today Hear the bull-dozers roll Smile for the camera With your sunglasses on Growing growing gone Cranes on the skyline Popping up through the trees Grackles on the tables Vultures on the breeze You just can't buy cool Straight off the rack Once the music's over It ain't coming back Pick up your guitar And I'll throw you a five How do you do it, man? I don't know how you survive So many people and it won't be too long Growing growing gone But if you can't cut it here I guess you'll have to move on Growing growing gone

You used to say 'the world is changing, while we're not' Time passing too fast - You fought If we run any faster now, we'll lose all we got At least that's what you thought The world is still changing - now so am I I was asking - again and again "Where you at? Where? You seem lost in there" But you were no longer in there You vanished like fog through the air I might have whispered "catch me if you can" Oh man, I was hanging in a liana Oh oh oh A while back I started dying I was slowly dying over a two year's time Sometimes you tried to hold on Sometimes you just let go Last year you were a fetus in the void Last year you were born You got up on your feet, felt incomplete Sometimes you stumbled, sometimes you fell Cause this is not life's parallel Luckily, I've been a human before But I'm still not sure what we came here for I might have whispered "catch me if you can" Oh man, I was hanging in a liana Oh oh oh Oh man, I was hanging in a liana I might have whispered "catch me if you can" Oh man, I was hanging in a liana But only to get over to somewhere else Somewhere else than...?

The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I watched him all alone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too young I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen He's young but he's daily growing Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong I have married you to a great lord's son And he will be a man for you when I am dead and gone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another year yet I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know that he is married One day I was looking over my father's castle wall I spied all the boys playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the flower of them all He's young but he's daily growing And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day They went into a hayfield for to have some sport and play And what they did there she never would declare But she never more complained of his growing At the age of fourteen he was a married man At the age of fifteen, the father of my son At the age of sixteen, his grave, it was green And death had put an end to his growing I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down Amd every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow Cruel fate has put an end to his growing