I used to wake to the morning and feel
Like the world was created for me
I used to wait for the morning so eagerly
Sometimes, I just couldn't sleep
It might have started the first time
I got really sick, and my mum wasn't there
Three years of college and I had forgotten
How I used to find living rare
But it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me
Last week, I wondered if dying would feel
Like the stories the Catholic Church told
But I used to talk to my mother about
How I just couldn't wait to get old
And it's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me now
It's all coming back to me
(Hey, grandpa, are you fishing?)
(I'm fishing)
(Are you fly-fishing?)
(I'm fly-fishing)
(Do you think you're gonna catch a lot of fish with that fly?)
(Uh, sometimes, yes, sometimes, no)
(It's a cool, rod)
(Very cool)
(Okay, bye)
(Bye)
I used to wake to the morning
And feel like the world was created for me
(Uh, sometime, yes, or sometime, no)
(It's in the fly)
