I get nervous when the girls dress in their summer clothes
And anxious when the boys wear all them button ups and sports jackets
I wore a t-shirt to a family party, everybody overreacted

There comes a point when hiding out in all them haunted hallways and hidden staircases
Don’t make you feel like a grown woman anymore
And it’s true, and I'm sorry

You can feel it, you can see it in your hands and eyebrows
You ain't a kid now, but, mama, don’t you wish you could
Lay out that summer Sun just getting freckles on your daddy’s Chevrolet car hood?

Ooh, there comes a point when spinning ‘round and walking sideways and taking ten paces
Don’t make you feel like it’s your birthday anymore
And it’s true, and I'm sorry

And I'm talking about my love
It’s not what you’re thinking of
Woah

Let’s throw a party! Somebody’s turning 30
Ooh, and we ain't looked this good since we don’t even know since when
Let’s throw a party! I finally made some money
Ooh, and can you dig it, baby? I finally dig myself again

And I'm talking about my love
It’s not what you’re thinking of
Woah

Let’s throw a party! Somebody’s turning 30
Ooh, and we ain't looked this good since we don’t even know since when
Let’s throw a party! I finally made some money
Ooh, and can you dig it baby? I finally dig myself again

Oooh my love! (My love!)
Talking about my love! (My love!)
Talking about my love! (My love!)
And it’s true, and I'm sorry!

Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine

Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine
Where does it go as we grow old?
Fighting for time, finding what’s mine