Stand up straight;

do your trick, turn on the stars.

Ju pi ter

shines so bright when you’re a round.

They tell us, “Slow down,

we’re too young, “you need to grow.” Well, speed’s the key,

and they don’t know who we are.

And who’s to say

(C#m)we’re not good e nough?

And who’s to say

that (C#m)this is not our love?

Moth er, don’t

tell me friends

are the ones

that I lose,

’cause they bleed

be fore you.

Some times fam ’ly

are the ones

you choose.

It’s too late now;

I (C#m)hold on to (B)this life I’ve (A)found.

And who’s to say

(C#m)we won’t burn it out?

And who’s to say

(C#m)we won’t think in doubt?

Who’s to say

(C#m)we won’t fade to grey?

Who are they

an y way,

an y way?

They don’t know.

And you say we’re too young, but may be (C#m)you’re too old to re mem ber.

And I try to pre tend, but I just (C#m)feel it when we’re to geth er.

And if you don’t be lieve me, you nev er real ly knew us.

You nev er real ly knew.

You and I,

pack ing up

my room.

We feel al right,

but we’re not wel

come.

Soon,

we’ll be driv ing,

’cause they don’t know

who we are.

And who’s to say

(C#m)we won’t stay to geth er?

And who’s to say

(C#m)we aren’t get ting strong er?

And who’s to say

I can’t live

with out you?

Oh.

And who’s to say?

And who’s to say?

And who are they an y way?

Stand up, boy.

I (C#m)shine so bright (B)when you’re a (A)round.