Every night I dream the same dream
Of getting older and older all the time
I ask you now what does this mean
Are all these problems just in my mind?
Things are easy when you're a child
But now these pressures have dropped on my head
The lengths I've gone are just long miles
Would they be shorter if I were dead?

Every time I look in my past
I always wish I was there
I wish my youth would forever last
Why are all these times so unfair?

Look at my friends and see what they've done
Ask my self why they've had to change
I liked them better when they were young
Now all these times are rearranged
I look down, and stand there, and cry
But nothing ever will be the same
The sun is rising; now I ask why
The clouds have fallen; here comes the rain

Every time I look in my past
I always wish I was there
I wish my youth would forever last
Why are all these times so unfair?

Every night I dream the same dream
Of getting older and older all the time
I ask you now what does this mean
Are all these problems just in my mind?
Things are easy when you're a child
But now these pressures have dropped on my head
The lengths I've gone are just long miles
Would they be shorter if I were dead?

Every time I look in my past
I always wish I was there
I wish my youth would forever last
Why are all these times so unfair?

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, JOHN KIFFMEYER, TRE COOL