Bit clueless, but I been told
That I'm just a late bloomer with an old soul
And I think it's time that you maybe let go
Cause it seems like time's really taking its toll on you darling
Child, oh, won't you please
Just rest your head and go to sleep
And don't you worry about the people
Laughing at you they're just sheep
And they all run to the slaughter
They're the sons of the daughters
Who have never known what true love means
A new day fits the old mold
Late June, but I'm still cold
And they tell me
Pay soon, but but I'm not sold
On this life that
They're saying I should take hold
Child, oh, won't you please
Just rest your head and go to sleep
And don't you worry about the people
Laughing at you they're just sheep
And they all run to the slaughter
They're the sons of the daughters
Who have never known what true love means
I'm sitting pretty, but I been so
All lost up in my mental
And it feels like I'm never at my best though
But in time I know somehow
I'mma get there with you darling