Figure It Out Someday

You got the charm and warmth
Of a second hand store
And the owners
They seem quite polite
All the boys
Hang on to your words
Like a sunday frontpage headline

But don’t worry about the story
Cos it’s too much to believe
I’ll be flicking straight to page five
There’s where the true one tends to be

Oh acting up for nothing
On a carousel with too much blow
I’ll miss it all
You miss it all
But I don’t wanna hold you down

You wander through looking for the crossfire
And when something hits
You say ‘This is too much for me’
And I don’t mind if none of your clothes are folded
Yeah everyone’s got time for that next week

But don’t worry about the story
And don’t worry about your age
Everyone’s going somewhere
Without a clue if it’s the right way

Ah but you’re acting for nothing
On a carousel with too much blow
I’ll miss it all
You miss it all
But I don’t wanna hold you down

Yeah there’s some paper trail of madness
Leading up to your door
And the delivery man’s soft spoken
He doesn’t even know what for
But you just worry about your parents
And everything they say
You don’t have to know what you’re doing yet
You’ll figure it out someday
Yeah, someday