As I Came Of Age - Sarah Brightman (莎拉·布莱曼)
Written by:Lisa Burns/Sal Maida
Sorting through my things
See what I can find
Picking through the past
See what's left behind
Multi colored sweaters
That moths have eaten holes
A paire of breaded moccasins
With worn out soles
Boots were made for walking
Winds were blowing change
Boys fall in the jungle
As I came of age
Black and white tv
With a broken twelve inch screen
Dylan's highway sixty one
And jackie's love machine
Boots were made for walking
Winds were blowing change
Boys fall in the jungle
As I came of age
I reread your letters and again
I cry great tears
Light comes to the surface
Even after all these years
Boots were made for walking
Winds were blowing change
Boys fall in the jungle
As I came of age
As I came of age
As I came of age
As I came of age
As I came of age
As I came of age
As I came of age
As I came of age
As I came of age