Young at Heart

I've always been young at heart Right from the very start Dreaming of where wild things are And hitching my wagon to stars I'm pinching my hands 'til I'm sure that I'm still alive Watching the sand slip through my fingers, I've been Abandoning safe bets for fleeting highs Hoping the ocean won't take what's materialized too soon... I've always been an old soul Empty has always been full Lost is my own kind of found And silence, my favorite sound I'm pinching my hands 'til I'm sure that I'm still alive Watching the sand slip through my fingers, I've been Abandoning safe bets for fleeting highs Hoping the ocean won't take what's materialized too soon...