Funny how we grow up.

How mirrors turn into crystal balls.

We look and see the future,

Remember the past.

Funny how that happens.

 

Funny how we envision change.

How young we can be,

And how old we can't wait to be.

And how much we change, but don't really.

Funny how that happens.

 

Funny how we never know what we want.

How when we're eight years old all we want is to be big

And when we're big all we want is to be eight.

We prefer remembering and imagining, to living.

Funny how that happens.

 

Funny how we always dream of romance.

How our desires change, but really stay the same.

We wanted our knight in shining armor then.

And we never really stopped wanting him.

Funny how that happens.

 

Funny how we wouldn't change anything and would change everything.

How we miss who we were,

But wouldn't want to be them again.

We look to the future, and miss who we'll become.

Funny how that happens.