Moving Too Fast

C G F G Maybe it's cold outside and maybe I'm just fine, the way I am C G F G Maybe my coffee is cold and maybe I'm too old to ride the swings at the fair F G C F But what's stopping me from doing what I please G C If I want to, I'll ride the kiddie swings C G F Sometimes you have to grow up, even if it's just for a day at a time G Or a Saturday rhyme C G F G Sometimes trees get taller, we watch and admire as little boys turn into men G F G C Behind our backs, moving too fast, the world spins C G F G And maybe goodbye's are hard, well at least we know what they are and we were warned before C G F G Well maybe warnings don't work and maybe I had to see for myself F G C F But what's stopping me from being so naive G C A broken heart once loved whole-heartedly C G F Sometimes you have to grow up, even if it's just for a day at a time G Or a Saturday rhyme C G F G Sometimes trees get taller, we watch and admire as little boys turn into men G F G Behind our backs, moving too fast F G C F What's a heartbeat what's a life without a breath of unsureness F G C What's a situation without people being them F G C F What's a day what's a year without a chance, a guess, a surprise G Cause behind our backs, oh moving too fast C F* Whether you want it to or not F G Oh behind our backs, moving too fast C The world spins