Red-eyes fly away from here every night
My intentions aren't unfair or unkind
How else could I purge my heart of this billowed dream?
Arctic wind will be, washed from my hair, trading the forest to the city
Things will be different for you, things will be different for you

When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand why I left

All I talk about is you since that day
Remember when I'd cry into my soup and you would say that it's OK
So many things used to break my heart, I'd fall so easily
But you're younger and smarter and harder than me
Things will be different for you, things will be different for you

When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand why I left

I'm not comfortable in my own skin, haven't found my finest hour
I can't dance, let alone sing before a crowd
Or write effortlessly what I can't come out and say
When I do, I'll be just like you
Trading the forest for the city
Finding my way down the mountain
Finding my way to the sea

When you're older, you'll look back
As you grow you'll understand
You'll understand