I think, before I speak; I turn the other cheek more than I used to.
I`m surprised I`m alive after all of the crazy things that I do.
I`ve still got that wild streak you love but I`m not the man I was.
But I think I like me better now than when I was twenty-one.
Back then, I ran with a reckless abandon in a Pontiac.
An` I`d smile with a misguided pride when they`d call me a maniac. (Huh.)
And I couldn`t get gone fast enough: God knows I was the prodigal son.
I took a match to every bridge back then when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, whoa, age does change us,
And it`s a good thing that it does.
It pays the wages: man,
I can`t believe how far I`ve come from when I was twenty-one.
Instrumental break.
(Whoa, whoa, yeah.)
To those broken hearts I left without regard: I didn`t know the consequences. (Huh.)
I apologise an`, with a little time now, I`ve come to my senses.
And now I see the power and the promise in commitment to your love.
That`s something I could never have done when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, whoa, age does change us,
And it`s a good thing that it does.
It pays the wages: man,
I can`t believe how far I`ve come from when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, when I was twenty-one.
Whoa, when I was twenty-one.