The older I get The less that I know The closer I move The further it goes I think I'll just stay in bed Hear me crying (Whoa) (Whoa) Dark is the path Light is a room If you hold it back It isn't too soon To tell me to think it again And I'm crying (Whoa) (Whoa) (I always try, every night, ahh) To be in your arms, woah, woah, woah (Holding you tight, loving you right) Darling you wouldn't be true, oh, oh ♪ Loud is the night Quiet the dock The harder I think The more that I stop I guess I'll run back to bed Hear me crying (Whoa) (Whoa)