This will all make sense when I am older
Someday I will see that this makes sense
One day, when I’m old and wise
I’ll think back and realize
That these were all completely normal events

I’ll have all the answers when I’m older
Like why we’re in this dark enchanted wood
I know in a couple years
These will seem like childish fears
So I know this isn’t bad, it’s good

Growing up means adapting
Puzzling at your world and your place
When I'm more mature
I’ll feel totally secure
Being watched by something with a creepy, creepy face

See, that will all make sense when I am older
So there’s no need to be terrified or tense
I’ll just dream about a time
When I’m in my age of prime
’Cause when you're older
Absolutely everything makes sense