Thrown Over

I want to be thrown over

My father's shoulders

Listening to Elvis in the evening

The winters here seem colder

Every day I'm getting older

I wish that things went slower

What's this feeling?

There's a part of me that won't let go

Of childish things, I want to hold

That part of me then let her go

And learn to live without

I want to call my mother

I feel like I'm going under

I've never really been that good at swimming

And I've always felt the pressure

Think I almost took some pleasure

But now I know there's losing in the winning

There's a part of me that won't let go

Of childish things, I want to hold

That part of me then let her go

And learn to live without

I think I'm leaving it all behind me now

I think I'm leaving it all behind me now

There's a part of me that won't let go

Of childish things, I want to hold

That part of me then let her go

And learn to live without

And it's all behind me now

It's all behind me now