About The Song…
♪♪♪ This is an adult lullaby. Maybe it’s love, or a house, a new job, a boat, a baby, or to know who you really are… good luck on your journey finding the next great big thing. But don’t get too serious on us, you’re just a bigger kid, you know.

Mike McAvoy: Drums
Joe McAvoy: Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Tremolo Guitar
Marc Arot: Bass Guitar, Bowed Upright Bass (intro and outro)
Amanda Godshall: Violin
Don McAvoy: Vocals and Acoustic Rhythm Guitars, Electric Piano, Accordion
Basic tracks recorded at: The Music Collective, Collegeville, PA - Engineer: Paul Brown
Overdubs by: Red Phone Studios, Norristown, PA - Engineer: Rob Vigg, and Slugfest Studios, Pottstown, PA - Engineer: Joe Mattis
Mixed by: Joe Mattis at Slugfest Studios, Pottstown, PA, and Don McAvoy in consultation with Joe McAvoy, Mike McAvoy, Marc Arot and Jim Walsh
Produced by: Don and Joe McAvoy
Mastered by: Tom Volpicelli, The Mastering House Inc., Pottstown, PA

©1994, Don McAvoy
Published by McAvoy Music Productions, Inc. (ASCAP)
Administered by The Harry Fox Agency, Inc.
Lyrics printed by permission. All rights reserved.


Maybe I like the things you do
Like holding my hand the whole night through
Starry nights that hold off a glove
Passion swept lover, how you remain true

We never outgrow toys but get bigger ones
The difference is price and how well they run
We trade time for love and love for time
Chasing funny green paper, That’s tree pulp the whole time

And everyone is looking for
That next great big thing in their lives
Never wanting our excitement to come undone
While we never grow up 'cause you can't outgrow fun

Now, he wants a boat and she wants a love
Both sit on the shore of what they're thinking of
Held hostage there, in their very own masquerade
They could have all they want, but doing nothing makes it fade

Things are worth what you're willing to pay
Sacrifice or time or just walking away
The things you thought were so far down the line
Keep you awake at night, saying "Now it's time."


You don’t get time back, it’s no commodity
It’s life’s money, gonna spend some on me
Work will always be here, true crime is regret
No job’s gonna kill me, I'm gonna die of happiness

And when I meet my maker, I’ll say it like it is
I was a work in progress until the very end
Lord, have mercy on me; can I have a good seat?
I wanna see how things turn out for my friends and family


While we never grow up 'cause you can't outgrow fun
While we never grow up 'cause you can't outgrow fun
Still we never grow up 'cause you can't outgrow fun