Bit clueless and 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 Cuz it seems like Time's really taking it's toll on you darling Child oh won't you please just rest your head and go to sleep And don't you worry bout 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 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 So lost up in my mental And it feels like I'm never at my best though But in time I know somehow I'm gonna a get there with you darling