Not quite an adult But no longer a child She's stuck in those years When her thoughts run wild
Too young to drive But ready to go What's the hurry I really don't know
Sometimes she insists I'm holding her back And her life would be better If I took my own path
She's a smart girl Wants to make her own way All I really want Is to keep her safe
My thoughts often fill With the dangers ahead I lead her away But she's already fled
It's hard to protect her When she shudders away She no longer believes Anything I do or say
What happened to the days When she'd take my hand? Was it really so long ago She was my biggest fan?