| Well, some days I don’t feel like being grown-up |
| Some days I just feel like looking far away |
| Well, I’ve never understood why the closer you come |
| To make your own decisions and be self-sufficient |
| Well, you’ve gotta conform to the will of the world |
| Well, she left right before I turned eighteen |
| Well, I just really started missing her now |
| I know a girl who spent her summer here on my street |
| Freedom was her name, where did she go, where did she go? |
| Now a new change tries to hold me in place |
| Maturity and responsibility, where did she go, where did she go? |
| Well, some days I don’t feel like being inside |
| All day outside doesn’t look too cold |
| She taught us how to play games and hold hands |
| And be friends with each other |
| But we’re not friends with each other anymore, whoa |
| Well, I guess this has got to be that way |
| Well, I don’t want any part of it at all |
| I know a girl who spent her summer here on my street |
| Freedom was her name, where did she go, where did she go? |
| Now a new change tries to hold me in place |
| Maturity and responsibility, where did she go, where did she go |
| Where did she go? |