I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown
   Red roses on cotton, I stood three feet from the ground
   the grownups inside used words I didn't know
   But still I enjoyed the show
  
   They looked so lovely, they looked so self-assured
   And I just like them would know it all when I matured
   And I wouldn't be afraid of the darkness or the bears
   Or the cracks in the ceiling upstairs
  
   Now I've just gotten older, I've just gotten taller
   And the little ones, they call me a grownup
  
   Lat night at a friend's house a little girl was there
   She stood in the doorway playing with her hair
   She looked up to me as if I could do no wrong
   As I got up to sing my song
  
   I sang it with a shiver in my throat and in my knees
   Feeling just as small as a thistle in a breeze
   But the child's imagination carried me along
   And saw me through my song
  
   Now I've just gotten older, I've just gotten taller
   And the little ones call me a grownup