You would think
that I could find
a simple song,
a photograph of mine
To show this public eye,
what I have to offer
I may not have a PHD,
or speak
in eloquent philosophy!
I’m nothing more
than simply me you see!
CHORUS(*1):
What I am trying to say
I’m just a babe
in so many ways!
I’m still growing,
still stretchin’
Still breaking
in these new shoes
Looking for a way
to make a mark of my own
I’m just a spring chick,
wet behind the ears
It’s a part of life
so there’s no need to fear
These growing pains
that I’m going through
I don’t regret,
I’m not ashamed
that I haven’t yet begun
to speaketh ways…
(As the wisest of men),
oh perhaps some day
But for now I’m grateful
to be a part
of the family tree,
while The Man upstairs
does His work on me
It’s a job that may
take eternity to complete
CHORUS(*2):
Just when I’ve learned
all I can,
those growing
Pains up
and kick on in again!
BRIDGE:
Time after time,
one more time and again,
will it ever end?
It’s the lessons in our lives
that make us wise
But young or old
I am told it’s the same
Oh, these growing pains
never go away,
so I’ll just
keep on trying
Music break
Oh, baby don’t worry
about a thang!
