Well am I burning in the back of your mind 'Cause girl I can't get you out of mine And when I heard you say that you'd come of age But girl you don't look any older to me And what becomes of you When the fat lady sings her last tune? When you're holding on by a pin or a thread Will you think of me when you take your last breath? When you're crying out for a little more time Will I still be burning there In the back of your mind? Well how is life living out on your own? Well how was life out of house and of home? And did you do the things that you said you would? Or right the wrongs that you said you should? And what becomes of you Can you say it's true that the life you've led was the life meant to be led by you When you're holding on by a pin or a thread Will you think of me when you take your last breath? When you're crying out for a little more time Will I still be burning there In the back of your mind? Girl I know that with time there comes change Although I think I've more or less did the same I wonder if the same can be said for you Girl have you stayed the same too? And what became of you When the fat lady sung her last tune? Say what became of you Can you say it's true that the life you've led was the life meant to be led by you Were you holding on by a pin or a thread? Did you think of me when you took your last breath? Were you crying out for a little more time? And was I still burning there In the back of your mind?