Getting Older

Mother meets you In a garden full of roses, son She says summer went crazy And she's not the only one And each of these roses Must follow it's fate on his own At least i got you son So i'm not the only one Getting older Getting older Gettingoldergettingoldergettingolder I've been old all along I've been old all along I've been old all along My mother meets you In a lavender field near Tibet She says summer went crazy But we haven't fallen yet Ahh this wind's blowing soft And still offers you time to come back To her So don't ponder on misdeeds And answer this call From your nest Getting older getting older... Mother meets you and she tosses her crown At your feet Says what you're describing Is nothing but your own defeat And all of this madness Is all but just something to hide from. We're not here to find a solution But to find one another Getting Older... I've been old all along and I feel All the ways that I made in myself to conceal And I was tempted or hunted by sounds of the earth And they told me to go But then Will I ever come back