Every child grows old, every leaf’s doomed to fall. It’s just how things go. I’ve seen you’ve grown, you’ve taken steps that I knew you would. We’re still young. Take your chant, impel all hope, you well know how to keep a friend. Every child grows old, every leaf’s doomed to fall, it’s just how things go, I just don’t wanna fall alone. That ocean line, I see no more, is now for you to run. Oh southern breeze, you take the roots. Someday we’ll call the same place home. Everything turned out okay, got up watched the winter graze, everyone. And all the faces I’ve met seemed to make this home.