You've got it sorted
everything is arranged
every little future detail
followed from range to range.

You're ready for what's coming
you think so, anyway
you find everything perfect
there really is no other way.

However, what is it
that's bugging at your mind
time and responsibilities
and growing up so fast-
hey, why couldn't you have made you youth last?

You're not ready for the pain
the feeling of loss but equal gain
of growing up and learning things
but you have to be, as time will spring
but little birdie, don't break your wings.

You've got hours and minutes and months and years
to figure it our as it's closer to here
but for now, take your time
and pick yourself up
there's no need to let future become fears
wipe your barren, despair full tears.

Appreciate the nights,
the lights and your friends
let them help you find your way
because its not the end.

You've got to have it sorted
in time that you can make
and someday, when you're soaring
you'll know it wasn't a mistake.