We’re sitting on the swing set.
The wind’s blowing through my hair.
Childhood games,
The times when you don’t care.
You don’t know,
That Cinderella’s not real.
If you found out,
It’d be a big deal.
We’re walking past my house,
It’s time to go in,
Wait a minute,
Rewind my life again.
My best friend told me to stay gold.
She said one day w’ed all grow old.
I didn’t know what she was saying.
She said you can lose your imagination.
And it’s nine years later…
The first day of high school,
We’re just trying to play it cool.
We’re missing those old days,
We used to play by the rules.
Getting older,
I still don’t believe.

Got a fews years left.
I’m so relieved.
We’re getting though these days,
One by one.
By this time next year,
Our fun will be over.
My best friend told me to stay gold.
She said one day w’ed all grow old.
I didn’t know what she was saying.
She said you can lose your imagination.
And it’s nine years later.
And it’s nine years later.
I’m looking up at the stars.
I see my age in the sky.
I figure I might listen.
And not let life pass me by.
My best friend and I are gonna stay gold.
Who cares, we all grow old.
My best friend and I are gonna stay gold.
Who cares, we all grow old.
I can say now, I know what she’s saying.
I might lose it, but right now,
I’ll keep my imagination,
I’ll keep…my…imagination.