Yours are just kickin' in, mine are just checkin' out;
You're at the beginning of this tunnel, and I'm just comin' out;
And either way these days we're not as in control as we think.
You're stampin' up the stairs; I'm cryin' at the kitchen sink;
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You worry 'bout growin' up; I worry 'bout lettin' go, oh ho ho.
'Cause I know what's comin' up,
Don't let me be the last one to know.
And either way some of these days we're gonna have to tough it out.
You turn the music up ... I ... I try to think before I shout;
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
And I have to own up: that dress looks better on you now;
Only half grown up, you should really twirl, take a bow.
You ask me what goin' on, why do we feel this way?
I can only shake my head,
"Hormones, babe," I say.
Yours are just kickin' in, mine are just checkin' out;
Aw, you're just kickin' in...
