Three, four
I've got a hunger
Twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue has tied off
My brain's repeating
If you've got an impulse, let it out
But they never make it past my mouth
Bop-ba
This is the sound of settling
Bop-ba, bop-ba
Bop-ba
This is the sound of settling
Bop-ba, bop-ba
Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
And I can't wait to go gray
And I know I'll wonder
About the love that could have been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say
Bop-ba
This is the sound of settling
Bop-ba, bop-ba
Bop-ba
This is the sound of settling
Bop-ba, bop-ba
Bop-ba
