Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

I walk this world with broken toes
From my missteps and told you so’s
I learned my way breaking every bone
Now I see all these aches will make you grow

Every fall has a rise
Every burn has a flame
From foolish to wise
We all bruise the same

I, oh I, I got these growing pains
When the storm wind blows, I'm the weathervane
I, oh I, I'm made with what remains
A thick skin knowing it’s just growing pains

I, oh I
I, oh I (oh, oh)

I cut my teeth till I taste the way
My empty mouth finds the words to say
Of the things I found being chipped away
Know the ways I build from how I break

And every laugh has a cry
Every loss has a gain
From foolish to wise
We all bruise the same

I, oh I, I got these growing pains
When the storm wind blows, I'm the weathervane
I, oh I, I'm made with what remains
A thick skin knowing it’s just growing pains

(I, oh I)
Something growing on you to make you up
(I, oh I)
Something you can feel ’till you toughen up
(I, oh I)
Something growing on you to make you up
(I, oh I)
Something you can feel ’till you toughen up

I, oh I, I got these growing pains
When the storm wind blows, I'm the weathervane
I, oh I, I'm made with what remains
A thick skin knowing it’s just growing pains

(I, oh I)
Something growing on you to make you up
(I, oh I)
Something you can feel ’till you toughen up
(I, oh I)
Something growing on you to make you up
(I, oh I)
Something you can feel ’till you toughen up