Ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
  Softly stolen under our blanket skies
  And rescue me from me, and all that I believe
  I won't deny the pain
  I won't deny the change
  And should I fall from grace here with you
  Will you leave me too?
    Carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree
  And hold me for goodbyes-and whispered lullabyes
  And tell me I am still
  The man I'm supposed to be
  I won't deny the pain
  I won't deny the change
  And should I fall from grace here with you
  Will you leave me too?
    Too late to turn to turn back now, I'm running out of sound
  And I'm changing, changing
  And if we died right now, this fool you loved somehow
  Is here with you
  I won't deny the pain
  I won't deny the change
  And should I fall from grace here with you
  Would you leave me too?