One American morning When I was young I knew the way It was there clear as day And the road I was on And you were my baby And we were so close Now I wander around Lost in this town Just like a ghost I can remember Falling under a spell It was so long ago Now I'm too old for fairytales Now everything is different And so much the same And everyone wants Just one more chance And someone to blame I should know better But I'm beyond the pale And I should let go Because I'm too old for fairytales. I'm so tired of chasin' Fortune and fame I'm tired of this life I'm tired of the fight I'm bored with the game And once in a blue moon I go off the rails And I can't be told That I'm too old For fairytales. I can't be told That I'm too old For fairytales.