Growing (Older)

Theatrical Production, Piano, Flute, Brass Quartet, female vocals, choir

Verse 1

I look in the mirror early in the morning sun
And wonder where the restless girl has gone
The wrinkles round my eyes tell a story of their own
Of winters passed and how the seeds have grown
I used to dance until the soles wore through my shoes
With nothing left to win and less to lose
Verse 2

The telephone is quiet on a Friday night
I pour a glass of wine and dim the light
My old friends talk of mortgages and changing times
Of aching backs and steeper hills to climb
We used to think that thirty was a lifetime away
But here we are, just watching gold turn into gray
Chorus

And oh, the carousel is spinning way too fast
The future catches up, the present turns to past
You wake up one day and the music feels too loud
You’re looking for a seat instead of searching for the crowd
It’s a bittersweet feeling, growing older every day
Watching the young ones dance the night away
Verse 3

I found a box of letters from a boy I used to know
From a summer twenty-thousand miles ago
His promises were sweet, but the ink is getting pale
A chapter from a half-forgotten tale
We thought we knew it all, we thought we’d never break
Oh, what a beautiful mistake we used to make
Chorus

But there is grace in every line upon my face
I wouldn't trade the wisdom for a younger place
The stage has changed, the lights are not as bright
But I can see much clearer in the evening light
Interlude

(Dramatic, sweeping piano chords build up)
Chorus

Watching them dance...
While the music plays softly.
Growing older every day.
But it's alright.

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Verse 1 I look in the mirror early in the morning sun And wonder where the restless girl has gone The wrinkles round my eyes tell a story of their own Of winters passed and how the seeds have grown I used to dance until the soles wore through my shoes With nothing left to win and less to lose Verse 2 The telephone is quiet on a Friday night I pour a glass of wine and dim the light My old friends talk of mortgages and changing times Of aching backs and steeper hills to climb We used to think that thirty was a lifetime away But here we are, just watching gold turn into gray Chorus And oh, the carousel is spinning way too fast The future catches up, the present turns to past You wake up one day and the music feels too loud You’re looking for a seat instead of searching for the crowd It’s a bittersweet feeling, growing older every day Watching the young ones dance the night away Verse 3 I found a box of letters from a boy I used to know From a summer twenty-thousand miles ago His promises were sweet, but the ink is getting pale A chapter from a half-forgotten tale We thought we knew it all, we thought we’d never break Oh, what a beautiful mistake we used to make Chorus And oh, the carousel is spinning way too fast The future catches up, the present turns to past You wake up one day and the music feels too loud You’re looking for a seat instead of searching for the crowd It’s a bittersweet feeling, growing older every day Watching the young ones dance the night away Bridge But there is grace in every line upon my face I wouldn't trade the wisdom for a younger place The stage has changed, the lights are not as bright But I can see much clearer in the evening light Interlude (Dramatic, sweeping piano chords build up) Chorus And oh, the carousel is spinning way too fast The future catches up, the present turns to past You wake up one day and the music feels too loud You’re looking for a seat instead of searching for the crowd It’s a bittersweet feeling, growing older every day Watching the young ones dance the night away Outro Watching them dance... While the music plays softly. Growing older every day. But it's alright.

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