Eyes wide open

To the great train robbery

Of my soul

Impending blindness

Of the kind that's

Beyond my control



Eyes wide open

To the secret forest

Behind those tear-filled trees

Heart rending blindness

Won't testify that

I'm on my knees



Maybe I'm a little young to care

Maybe I'm a little old to cry

I don't know

Maybe I'm a little weak to dance

Maybe I'm a little strong to die

I don't know



Concentrating

Love and I'm hating

Myself again

Impersonating

The smallest shadow

Of my original self again



Maybe I'm a little young to care

Maybe I'm a little old to cry

I don't know

Maybe I'm a little weak to dance

Maybe I'm a little strong to die

I don't know



Does anybody really want to grasp my hand

and lift me to my feet?

Does anybody really want to be the breeze

that frightens off this heat?



Eyes wide open

Maybe I'm a little young to love

Eyes wide open

Maybe I'm a little young to love

Eyes wide open

Maybe I'm a little young to love

Eyes wide open

Maybe I'm a little young to love

Maybe I'm a little young to love

Maybe I'm a little young to love