Well, you get up every morning
And you see, it's still the same
And ll the floors and all the walls
And all the rest remains
Nothing changes fast enough
The hurry, worry days
It makes you want to give it up
And drift into a haze

Revelations seem
To be another way to make the days go faster anyways

We're all exchanging pleasantries
No matter how we feel
And no one knows the difference 'cause it all seems so unreal
You'd better grab a hold of something
Simple, but it's true
If you don't stop to smell the roses now
They might end up on you

Expectations only mean you really think you know
What's coming next, and you don't

Yearbooks with their autographs
From friends you might have had
These are your important years, you'd better make them last
Falling in and out of love just like
Well, these are your important years, your life, oh

It's never happening
It's never happening to you
It's never happening to you
It's never happening
It's never happening to you
It's never happening
It's never happening to you

Once you've seen the light
You finally realize it might end up all right
It might end up all right now

Yearbooks with their autographs
From friends you might have had
Well, these are your important years, you'd better make them last
And falling in and out of love just like
Oh, these are your important years, your life, oh

These are your important years, your life
These are your important years, your life
These are your important years, your life
These are your important years, your life

It's never happening to you
It's never happening to you
It's never happening to you
It's never happening to you
It's never happening to you
It's never happening to you
It's never happening to you

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Writer(s): BOB MOULD