Stucco Cage

Sliding, into the blues and darkest thoughts Anxiety builds, the daily grind becomes distraught The voice inside your head, pushing you closer to the edge A shimmer of youth and beckoning grey, welcome to middle age It feels good, the sunshine on your face It feels good, to crawl out of your stucco cage It's a hell of thing, when you've always dared to dream And the pie in the sky, is what you know When you partner in crime, is married to the daily grind And the pie in the sky, is what you know It feels good, the sunshine on your face It feels good, to crawl out of your stucco cage A shimmer of youth, beckoning grey You're all grown up now, you asked for this Wrinkles and grey It feels good, the sunshine on your face It feels good, to crawl out of your stucco cage