Colt

Hey, you've lost yourself to what you were afraid of
Now you are the stuff you thought that dreams were made of
Will you go away and leave yourself behind?
Now I know that we'll be much more kinder to ourselves.
When I saw that we were getting older,
I thought it over--did we mean the things that we said?
Now I know that we'll be much more thoughtful To ourselves.

Just a colt trotting down the winding road,
Thinking of things that are old
Waiting to glimpse the face of light
Now I know we'll be much more clear to ourselves.