Lately I wonder how much my blood is worth

I come home, I drag my heels and fall in a heap on the floor

You’re unencumbered, parading through a storm

I wonder, I wonder how much time my mind’s spent afloat

To the seamstress fitting clothes

In a stream that never flows

Can’t believe i’m going under

If you feel like growing old - If you feel like growing old

Lately I wonder how much until i’m full

I’m welcome, I turn the key then fall asleep at the wheel

Who’d even bother, you haven’t read this far

I wonder if any time has passed me at all

If you feel like growing old

If you feel like growing old

IIf you feel like getting younger

If you feel like growing old

If you feel like getting (old)

Pull up to the station, classic 38, those hours taunt me

Have a little faith, a whimsical escape, oh i’ll talk softly

5 o’clock shadow, i appreciate your battles for me

Used to be safe but now i’m in my brain and i’ll talk softly

I’m not gonna make it, I’m just gonna break it, I'm a little - sorry I’ll talk softly

Clinically irate, a little out of state, mechanical debate but I’ll talk softly