I would like to be a masterpiece Made from stars I would even go as far as to say Made on planet Mars I could swarm around the mountains and the trees I could be understood I could warm my bones inside a hive of bees Don't you think I could? I know the world is nothing but what I make of it But often times I'm losing all control Tell me how you're winging it You seem to be in charge But maybe I will know When I'm old I could easily be a thundercloud Raining down on you But I'd rather take responsibility For the sunshine too I know the world is nothing but what I make of it But often times I'm losing all control Tell me how you're winging it You seem to be in charge But maybe I will know When I'm old I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know I will know When I'm old I will know