Growing up to the tune of Bruce Springsteen’s Growin Up
I woke up stone-cold at midnight, remembering my teacher’s accolades
I rewrote that poem til it was just right, then commanded the night to fade.
I was open to pain, it crushed like a train, I used music like a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through that fall out zone and came out with my soul uncrushed
I hid from the shrouded wrath of my Mom, when she said ”Go to bed” I stayed up
Oooh… growin up
The pangs of anxiety grew in my breast, my mind raced from thing to thing
I had a jukebox junkie for a first mate, he wasn’t shallow but he sure could cling
I flew B-52’s to bomb away the blues, but my fears were stubborn notwithstanding
I broke all the rules, skipped Bio class in high school but my grades were always outstanding
I hid from my family’s wrath like a dog, when they said “Sit straight” I hunched up
Ooh Growing up
I took month long vacations in the stratosphere
Cause you know it’s really hard to deal with death
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or cared for,
I was the tragic kid at the high school home room desk
But my soul it finally discovered its worth
And I got me a nice little God in the stars
I swear I found the key to the universe
Sharing my story in an old parked car
I hid in the motherly breast of AA
When they said to listen I shut up
Oooh…. Growing up
Ooooh… Growing up
