When I was old, in elementary school, on my way home I put fruit in the road, watched it all explode When I was old, I lit a plastic bag, it dripped down on My hand, boy did that burn When I was old, I stole all the change from on top of The fridge, when to the corner store for candy and chips No one has to know, pinkie-swear and cross you heart Stick a needle- scout’s honor- on my mother’s soul This story won’t be told Now that I’m old and driving down that road, on my way home I pick up some fruit at the grocery store Now that I’m old and falling in live has quickly come and gone It’s time to have kids- not before a divorce and an invitation Card to my funeral No one has to come, if I were you I wouldn’t go Send your dear condolences on a travel card of A beach in Mexico No one has to come, if I were you I’d stay at home Send your dear condolences on a travel card of A beach in Mexico The signs are pointing to home again Run ‘til I’m losing my breath I know the door would be open if I came right away