A história de 40 anos.
Don't put your eyes down
You're not to blame
I know there are stories
You can't explain
But if I should find you black and blue
And aching from crying, I'll wait with you
Grow, grow
Oh, so you know it all
Then it's gone
Grow, grow
You know I'm here holding on
Tying up your loose ends
And you're drifting esteem
Grow, grow
If you never try, you'll never know
[Grow por Frances]