Fool
Goodbye morning another day passed and gone, ever long
While I'm thinking, thoughts may fade blinking, stars fall off
I'm feeling old about forty
It's not something I'm proud about; my words are all dried up
Let go, come on outside
It's easy now throw it to the sun, falling fool
Nothing, could be so true
Open up your eyes; listen to the sound, well it's you
Singing slowly, tell another story, read my thoughts
Color blind me; say you're thinking of me
On and off
I'm feeling old about forty
It's not something I'm proud about; my words are all dried up
Let go, come on outside
It's easy now throw it to the sun, falling fool
Nothing, could be so true
Open up your eyes, listen to the sound, well it's you
