Know too much
Know too much
Keeps you old and gray
And out of touch
My words, too quick to sound
The arms are slow to fold around
A knowing touch
Young and free
Young and free
The clock alarms
The day begins
The lady charms
The money spends
She's trying on
The satin shoes
She wants to fly
To Baton Rouge
Ah, the clock alarms
The day begins
The lady charms
The money spends
She wants to buy
The satin shoes
She wants to fly
To Baton Rouge
I don't know why
To Baton Rouge
Autumn day
Autumn day
Leaves like birds
Up and flown away
Here's to days I used to wake up dead
Alone, stay in bed
The curtains drawn all day
Young and free
Young and free
Young and free