The Days of Being Young and Free

Listen to my heart as it beats for you

And it's tellin' you the things that I never could

And it's layin' it down on the line for you

And the years are catchin' up, I can see it on your face

And the days of bein' young and free are left in there with the memories that blow

In the wind

And I can feel it comin'

When the Monday morning blues

They last all through the week

I feel it on Sunday too

And I can feel it comin'

When my knees are feel weak

And I can not speak the truth

The days of bein' young, the days of bein' free

They're etched upon my face in every line that you see

The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well

What I wouldn't give to live it all again

The years are passin' by every single day

Where did they go, did you take them all away?

Now I'm older and brave

And the children, they all left, they fled their family nest

And now we're all alone and the house don't feel like home anymore

Anymore

Then I can feel it comin'

When the Monday morning blues

They last all through the week

I feel it on Sunday too

And I can feel it comin'

When my knees feel weak

And I can not speak the truth

The days of bein' young, the days of bein' free

They're etched upon my face in every line that you see

The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well

What I wouldn't give to live it all again

And in my baby's eyes, I lived it all again

The fear, the surprise, everything

In my baby's eyes, I live it all again

And I wouldn't change anything

And in my baby's eyes, I lived it all again

And I wouldn't change anything