Weight of the world on these small shoulders Beyond my years is where I like to stand My crazy chapter was already over before it began I listen to vinyls filled with scratches I find myself in other people's shoes I fix my momma's problems like a habit, and daddy's too Oh to be a wildchild for a day All the promises I've ever kept I'd line them up to break Oh to be a dancer on the edge I'd rip the filter from my mouth and all my cigarettes But I know that I won't I guess I was born an old soul, old soul, ooh I'll be the first to toast and throw confetti And break the champagne bottle with a sword And when the party's over I'll be ready to sweep the floor I don't fall in love with every other man and I don't mind it taking its sweet time I just know, I know it when I see a soul like mine Oh to be a wildchild for a day All the promises I've ever kept I'd line them up to break Oh to be a dancer on the edge I'd rip the filter from my mouth and all my cigarettes But I know that I won't I guess I was born an old soul, old soul, ooh Old soul! Oh it's fun to dream But I've no need Oh to be a wildchild for a day Promises I've ever kept I'd line them up to break Oh to be a dancer on the edge I'd rip the filter from my mouth and all my cigarettes But I know that I won't But thank God I was born an old soul, old soul Old soul, old soul, ooh! Old soul! Old soul! Old soul Old soul!