Don't tell your mother about where you go when the lights are down
And don't tell your mother how you're up to no good, nowhere to be found
Well, it's time to learn not to work so hard or not at all

How will we know when the end is nigh on a day much as any other?
Run and play; while away the hours, and you know I would go if I could go
But I can't, so thank you all the same

Suffice to say I've turned away from it all and don't think I'll be home for a while
'Cause who needs a mother to shout when I'm doing very well by myself?

How will we know when the end is nigh on a day much as any other?
Get out this house and while away the hours, and could we go well before the summer
And you know I would go if I could go, but I can't go now
Would go if I could go, but I don't know how
You're exactly like the others, older now