Little Girl Gone - Donna Fargo

It just took a little while for me

To get my head together

Growing up’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done

Here I am like a stranger in the house I grew up in

And learned right from wrong in if I did

Where the sun never shined enough

On daddies growing older and mothers never died in

But she did

And I remember feeling guilty

'Cause I couldn’t wait to leave here

Though I loved 'em every way that I knew how

So I packed up all my yesterdays and headed for tomorrow

And it’s almost tomorrow now

And daddy’s little girl is home

But where’s the little girl gone

She bundled up her dirty jeans and teenie bopper magazine

In search of what her life was all about

With a little rag doll named Charlie Brown

And an ol' suitcase full of hand me downs

And a loneliness she knew so much about

Now the dreams that I trusted

And all the playthings have rusted

But here I am a woman somehow

And all those growing pains of yesterdays

Are gonna get me through tomorrow

Cause it’s almost tomorrow now

And daddy’s little girl is home

But where’s the little girl gone

She bundled up her dirty jeans…

Oh, but I can still remember

When I used to gaze out this window

Wondering who I was and what I would become

And it just took a little while for me to get my head together

Growing up’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done

Oh, but I can still remember…