Growing Pain

(Whooo, whooo)

Riding into town when the sun goes down
And the natives get restless and the crowd comes 'round
Pacing in place in a backward race
While stating my case to another blank face

I'm just sitting on the roadside
Watching all the cars and the clouds roll by
They may pass me by
But I need a better reason to cry

Growing pain, it leaves a stain
It's similar but not the same
It's down the drain and what remains
Maybe you're the one who's a little insane

(Whooo, whooo)

Now everything's lovely if you're ugly
What you would, what you should, and what you could be
Mister Right spends his life
Stabbing himself with a butter knife

I'm just sitting on the roadside
Watching all the cars and the clouds roll by
They may pass me by
But I need a better reason to cry

Growing pain's a spinning blade
Whirling round you like a razor-edged chain
It's down the drain and what remains
Maybe you're the one who's a little insane

Growing pain, it leaves a stain
And it's similar but not the same
It's down the drain and what remains
Maybe you're the one who can make that change

(Whooooa, huh)

Can't shake hands with boxing gloves
With whips and chains you'll never make love