A Coming Of Age

Innocence fell at the first oh to be young and naive Plans that were reckless at most picked them apart at the seams And my foolish pride said I was made to love you not to make up the numbers and wait Where’s the truth Truth I thought a promise meant I would be honoured Call it a coming of age come too late Steadfast and surefooted once now I just cling to the floor Footprints still warm to the touch can’t feel my toes anymore As you slept I leaped to hurried up conclusions and ill advised delusions of grace Where’s the truth Truth I thought with labour that luck was contagious Call it a coming of age come too late Jealousy swallows you up sadness will follow you down Saccharine whispers of love ain’t no good to no one no how And where fools rush in well I run hell for leather too late to make it better too late That’s the truth truth I thought a friend meant someone to depend on Call it a coming of age come too late