Turn of the Story

I'm afraid that I Fell asleep behind the wheel
And that's my biggest fear
So I search for a snooze button or the reverse gear

Hands down I swear
I am sleeping so little
And I'm ever so unprepared
But I don't even miss a thing

I'll keep my ear to the ground
Is it too late for not growing up?
When I come around
Is it too late for not growning up?

Come again
Do you ever look in your own eyes
But It's a face you don't reconize
And you feel the party is over

But you never got the invite
Hands down I swear
I am sleeping so little
And I'm ever so unprepared

But I don't even miss a thing
I'll keep my ear to the ground
Is it too late for not growing up?
When I come around

Is it too late for not growning up? (ohh)
I'm in over my head
But this is the turn of the story
I'm bruised but not dead

Today is the turn of the story
I'll keep my ear to the ground
Is it too late for not growing up?
When I come around
Is it too late for not growning up? (hands down I swear)
I'll keep my ear to the ground
Is it too late for not growing up?
When I come around
Is it too late for not growning up? (Ohh)