Margie - Heathers
If I was to tell you a story
Would you keep it to yourself and not tell anybody else
Like you've done before
If I was to pass you on a secret would you lock it up and
Keep it in a room full of keys So it wouldn't get lost
Well I was walking down the road one day
When I spied a building that had fallen to decay
Underneath all the rocks and rubble and memories
Were hundreds and billions of forgotten stories
So I crawled inside and I gathered them up and
I read what they said like anybody would
To my surprise they just happened
To be a complete mirror image of my life story
Do you realise that when you are young you tend to
Take for granted what everybody's done
Do you realise that when you are young you tend to
Turn an eye from the things that mean the most and
Do you realise that when you are young
The things you take so seriously mean nothing at all
Do you realise that when you are young
The stories you recall are the influential sort
So I I went and told you that story
Didn't keep it to yourself went and told everybody else
To my surprise
But I I didn't let it get me down
I don't often take these stories as they clearly seem to sound
Because most of the time they're lies
Believe it or not I retraced my steps and
I carried on walking back to where we first met
The stories we shared strewn all over the ground
The stories we shared I wish I'd never found
But I glued them back together
Hoping everything would be better
And we'd be back together
Everything would be fine
These things are meant to happen
And the evidence not forgotten
Everything will be better
Everything will be fine
Do you realise that when you are young
You tend to take for granted what everybody's done
Do you realise that when you are young
You tend to turn an eye from the things that mean the most and
Do you realise that when you are young
The things you take so seriously mean nothing at all
Do you realise that when you are young
The stories you recall are the influential sort
