i can feel another winter coming on and we re still walking the same ground our footprints are blending together and i can still see them in circles in and out of this place may this headache go away may this smile stay the same when i grow up i wanna be like me and when you grow up i hope that you re still like you we re still living under the same sky but these parking lot lights block mine and we like to think that we ve changed but i keep telling the same ten stories in and out of this place with the same embellished lies about the best times of our lives when i grow up i wanna be like me and when you grow up i hope that you re still like you and these stories they go on and on