Teenage angst has paid off well — now I'm bored and old.

I was told a million times
Of all the troubles in my way
Tried to grow a little wiser
Little better every day
But if I crossed a million rivers
And I rode a million miles
Then I'd still be where I started

Wait for the day when
I can save and come to a happy home,
I know it's turning me to the count of girl
Who'd rather be alone.