Eyes wide open
  To the great train robbery
  Of my soul
  Impending blindness
  Of the kind that's
  Beyond my control
  Eyes wide open
  To the secret forest
  Behind those tear-filled trees
  Heart rending blindness
  Won't testify that
  I'm on my knees
  Maybe I'm a little young to care
  Maybe I'm a little old to cry
  I don't know
  Maybe I'm a little weak to dance
  Maybe I'm a little strong to die
  I don't know
  Concentrating
  Love and I'm hating
  Myself again
  Impersonating
  The smallest shadow
  Of my original self again
  Maybe I'm a little young to care
  Maybe I'm a little old to cry
  I don't know
  Maybe I'm a little weak to dance
  Maybe I'm a little strong to die
  I don't know
  Does anybody really want to grasp my hand
  and lift me to my feet?
  Does anybody really want to be the breeze
  that frightens off this heat?
  Eyes wide open
  Maybe I'm a little young to love
  Eyes wide open
  Maybe I'm a little young to love
  Eyes wide open
  Maybe I'm a little young to love
  Eyes wide open
  Maybe I'm a little young to love
  Maybe I'm a little young to love
  Maybe I'm a little young to love