Tekster: Breathe Owl Breathe. Grand Kids.

All my love
was not in vain.
I got a children's book I been meanin' to write.

All my love was not a waste;
I got a children's book I been meanin' to write.

All the grown-ups they grow up.
Well in time I will grow up in time to be a child again.
All the grown-ups they grow up.
Well in time I will grow up in time to be a child again.

You're right in time my friend.
That'd be a good story to tell our grandkids...
our grandkids...
our grandkids...
our grandkids...