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Buildings and trees are running along the street While I stand still, moving ground under my feet I've waited so long, forgot who I wanted to meet The waiting is easy, the suspense is sweet Am I really getting older? Or is the world just spinning faster? I'm a wooden boat sailing the seven seas Walking on the moon and talking to the trees Can you wait a little longer for me? Just a little little longer, for me? Am I really getting older? Or is the world just spinning faster? I don't believe what people say, I don't believe I'm turning grey Can you wait a little longer for me? Just a little little longer, for me? Am I really getting older? Or is the world just spinning faster?