Look at my life How will it play out Skip to the end And let me rip a page out Does it get better Will I get it together Up in the air It’s all uncertain If you’d be so kind As to pull back the curtain And give me some answers When will it stop Peter take me home Lock up my window Won’t you let me grow up It’s getting old being young Peter let’s move on Put the book back where it belongs There’s no more pixie dust It’s getting old being young The sky was blue And now I”m finding It’s always cloudy With no silver lining Under the weather I don’t know any better Cause I want out I want the freedom The man that I want to be I want to meet him He’ll have the answers When will it stop Peter take me home Lock up my window Won’t you let me grow up It’s getting old being young Peter let’s move on Put the book back where it belongs There’s no more pixie dust It’s getting old being young Look at my life How will it play out Does it get better Skip to the end And let me rip a page out Will I get it together Peter take me home Lock up my window Won’t you let me grow up It’s getting old being young Now Peter let’s move on Put the book back where it belongs There’s no more pixie dust It’s getting old being young Peter take me home Lock up my window There’s no more pixie dust It’s getting old being young