You grow up
you get tall
you get up
you get out
face the traffic and the noise
you're not a little girl or boy
except the inside where it counts
You stand up
you fall down
you crawl apon the ground
until you find some way to be
part of the great big world you see
are you terrified like me?
Cause we're all four behind closed doors
Four
You get paid
you get laid
you give somebody pain
and then you take some of your own
you know what it's like to be alone
you make a family and home
you get old
you get tired
you're no longer inspired
and you take it out on them
those that you have called your best friends
you know that you should make amends
Cause we're all four behind closed doors
Four
And when you find it's not enough to be safe
you go out and find a heart to break
and you mess it up like fingerpaint
you lose
you get lost
you pay a heavy cost
for ever growing up,
without ever growing up
and you throw years out like paper cups
You get bent
you get spent
you haven't got a red cent
left to call your own
remember what it is to be alone
then you find your way back home
we're all four behind closed doors
Four
credits
from The Dotted Line,
track released June 1, 2011
copyright D.Dagenais 2011
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