I'm just a man And I'll never be what I wish But I'm hoping I'm someone you'd miss If I left you a letter Would you remember me better than this? 'Cause I'm just a man Leaning right over the edge Down from the Golden Gate Bridge If I said I was sorry and I didn't want you to worry, I did ♪ It's the wind on my back Against the grip of my hands Would I hear your voice as I fall? What if there's nothing at all? What if it's too late to decide? Maybe I'm too young to die I hate what I am And all of the things that I'm not Such a waste of the real love I've got To be stood here forever Tying now up with never in knots 'Cause it's the wind on my back Against the grip of my hands Would I hear your voice as I fall? What if there's nothing at all? What if it's too late to decide? I wanna grow old, old, old Maybe I'm too young to die Oh-oh, oh-oh Yeah, I wanna grow old, old, old Maybe I'm too young to die