The ear may get too busy
We all need our sleep
Listened to contemporaries
Singing the same dream
Had a conversation off face
Played down how I feel
Let myself be hypnotized
With old memories
I've had a few
Moving too fast
Further from you
I've had a few
Moving too fast
Further from you
Still have legs to run upstairs
And jump down in the morning
But I feel it in my bones
Always itching for me
Weathered and bruised
Like the train tracks
Laid out and ruled
Derailed
Grow older
I'll never do
All the things that I wanted to
I'll just sit back and tell my friends
And pretend I'm younger than you
Younger than you
Younger than you
Younger than you
