Sitting by my windowpane
Looking up at the clear sky
Wishing my name were Penny Lane
Dreaming I were a little high

This last year til' I grow up
My last year til' I am no longer young
How much can I corrupt?
This smoke invades my lung.

Sleepless, reckless, living life.
Unchained, redeemed, my salvation.
Trying to let go of my past and strife
Stepping into the real world, leaving from the station.

Being me,
Being free.
Staying a child
Being wild.

I love to love
but am i loved?
I dream to dream
Does anyone here my scream?

Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring,
minutes evolve and days move fast
How can this be more than a fling?
Will this happiness last?

I have hope
I have a mission
I can cope
I can make the transition.