The Age of Not Believing

I was cleaning up my room yesterday and saw this old 'Classic Disney' CD i have. It's been more than a few years since i've played it. After singing along to familiar songs like Be Our Guest, and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, a new (very old) song caught my attention, its called The Age of Not Believing sung by the very lovely Angela Lansbury (Mrs Potts in beauty and the beast).

I felt weirdly sad and happy after hearing the song. A lost of innocence, a coming of age.


The Age of Not Believing
When you rush around in hopeless circles,
searching everywhere for something true,
you’re at the age of not believing,
when all the make-believe is through.

When you’ve set aside your childhood heroes
and your dreams are lost upon a shelf,
you’re at the age of not believing
and, worst of all, you doubt yourself.

You’re a castaway where no one hears you
on a barren isle in a lonely sea.
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?

You must face the age of not believing,
doubting everything you ever knew,
until at last you start believing
there’s something wonderful in you.

You’re at the age of not believing
and, worst of all, you doubt yourself.

You’re a castaway where no one hears you
on a barren isle in a lonely sea.
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?

You must face the age of not believing,
doubting everything you ever knew,
until at last you start believing
there’s something wonderful in you .