I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown
red roses on cotton, i stood three feet from the ground
the grownups inside used words i didn't know
but still i enjoyed the show
They looked so lovely, they looked so self-assured
and i just like them would know it all when i matured
and i wouldn't be afraid of the darkness or the bears
or the cracks in the ceiling upstairs
Now i've just gotten older, i've just gotten taller
and the little ones, they call me a grownup
Lat night at a friend's house a little girl was there
she stood in the doorway playing with her hair
she looked up to me as if i could do no wrong
as i got up to sing my song
I sang it with a shiver in my throat and in my knees
feeling just as small as a thistle in a breeze
but the child's imagination carried me along
and saw me through my song
Now i've just gotten older, i've just gotten taller
and the little ones call me a grownup