One, two, three      You might remember this conversation when you get older   You may recall the warning signs by the road   But if you lose all recollection or misplace your sense of direction   Here's a quarter, taped to the number of my phone      When childish habits are slow to die   You might look up and wonder why   Things snowball in the twinkling of an eye      You could be paying for the present on expenses   You might realize your biggest lies on a movie screen   You could be living in a mansion, your corporation in expansion   With a broken heart, that far exceeds your wildest dreams      When childish habits are slow to die   You might look up and wonder why   Things snowball in the twinkling of an eye      Somewhere way under the rainbow   Dragging round an empty pot of glue   Bruised and confused, it could happen to you   Seeing for the first time that dreams can come true      I was living free up the stairs from a mortuary   He could hear me bring the bodies home at night   He tried to say, "I was just like you", I shouted back, "You're an old fool"   He said, "Listen" and I told him, "I'd rather die", but I changed my mind      'Cause childish habits are slow to die   You might look up and wonder why   Things snowball, things snowball, things snowball   In the twinkling of an eye