At 13 - it's a magazine Next to the pony-queen in the rain At 14 - it's a daydream It's a book that you read on the train At 15 - it's a lazerbeam It cuts to the core of your soul At 16 - it's a favourite scheme The prize & revard for the bold And if, while breaking your heart You pry it apart, you'll find That what was good for you then Is good for you now But your mind will tell you It's too late You missed it and that's your fate... At 17 - it's not what it seems A much stronger force than you thought At 18 - you run out of steam And wonder why you even fought At 19 -... It all seems like a dream