It's like the secret, you can't figured out
The possibility is not far from doubt
I've been making life awful hard for you
But the easy days are falling far from view
It's like getting hit by a speeding car
Climbing to your bed, with my flag drawn
I've been lookin' for, my own Rushmore
Though it was you, ‘til you closed that door
And people say that maybe I'm too young for you now
And people say that maybe I'm just foolin' around
It hurts me so when I see her move
I'm helpless and a little confused
I was in the shit, but I never felt used
Punched in the face, what's your excuse?
I've been lonely for too many days
Like a Clipper ship, married to the sea
I've been looking for my own Rushmore
When the wind stops leaves you wanting more
And people say that maybe I'm too young for you now
And people say that maybe I'm just fooling around

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