Besedila: Crosby Stills Nash. As I Come Of Age.

As I come of age, I keep fallin' down
And I feel just like a schoolboy
I was in a senseless rage
Runnin' too hard

And I tore you all to pieces
Yes, but it's all over now
And I'm a little bit older now
The lessons that I'm learnin' now
Gonna make it easy, somehow

Now then, can I try, starting over
Put the pieces back together

Even as I cry, bitter tears
I can see it's all a puzzle, a game
Always the same

By the time I die with the passing
If I've sorted out my changes
That if you could take the time
I would tell you that it's still a puzzle
The same, always a game