Coming of age ain’t about what you do   It’s giving in to what’s predefined   When you trade all your dreams for compromise   It is never what you have in mind      One shot of happy, two shots of sad   That’s how our lives are aligned   The path that you chose has got highs has got lows   But it’s never what you have in mind      I must say that I still wonder why it disappears   Must say that I still wonder why   The years keep tumbling by      Coming of age ain’t about who you meet   It’s about the people who leave you behind   Your brothers, your parents, your lovers, your friends   It is never what you have in mind      One shot of happy, two shots of sad   We know we might run out of time   But when it comes to living, dying is the easy part   Not exactly what you had in mind      I really doubt that I’ll find out why it disappears   I really doubt that I’ll find out   What these years are all about      You might ask if these thoughts that I just summed up   Are of any importance to you   Maybe not but when things don’t turn out like you planned   It helps to know that they never do      Besides, if each shot of happy   Comes with only two shots of sad   Then coming of age is not so bad   Then coming of age is not so bad   Then coming of age is not so bad