F#m C#/F And I'll turn eighteen on a Sunday D E C#/F And it'll be the day I've waited for F#m C#/F Mom will bake cake and there'll be presents D E Like there always was before C#/F But if time keeps moving just like this D A E/G# F#m C#/F D Then it won't be soon before I'm old Chorus: D E And they will all be wishing they D E A could just be kids like us D E And they will all be wishing they D E A could just be kids like us C#/F But I'm getting older with each day D Dm A And soon, I'll be wishing, too And on the eve of my fifth birthday When my father found me in tears And I've always been fearless But scared of oncoming years And he tried to make it alright And he told me not to cry Chorus It's easy to remember When everything was calm Two hands on the bike I rode Just me and my mom But I haven't rode in a long while Because I drive most of the time Chorus And soon, I'll be wishing, too | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C# D Dm E F F#m G# |