One day you wake up
And you're three years old
At three, there are no worries
You go with the flow so to speak
Then you go to sleep

When you wake, you're thirteen
Life seems difficult, but it's not
You worry about petty things, what people think of you
Your parents tell you not to worry, but you do anyway
So you go to sleep

Now you're thirty-three when you awaken
You have a house, kids, and a family to call your own
Now you worry if your children have everything they need, and want
You pay bills, taxes, and insurance
You go to sleep thinking of what tomorrow will bring

You're now ninety-three when you next wake
You think of how life was so simple long ago
You sit in your rocking chair beside your partner
You ask God for just one more day
You fall asleep thinking of when, and if, you wake again.