Lesser Oceans

She asked, "How's Seattle?"

In some motherly talk

"It's okay, it's mostly grey"

I think I'm just leveling off

And sometimes I think I'm running around

Like a dog with no song

No song

And I'm following some flickering lamp

In the fog, the fog

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

Think back, to the time we drove

To Park Slope for a walk

It's okay, it's far away

I just think I'm measuring ours (Just think I'm measuring ours)

And sometimes I think you're writing this down

For the songs, the songs, the songs

And it's something that you don't really feel

But it's ours, it's ours, it's ours

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

Bah, bah, bah, bah

I'm getting old

Bah, bah, bah, bah

I'm getting older

Bah, bah, bah, bah

It's getting cold

Bah, bah, bah, bah

Upon your shoulders

Bah, bah, bah, bah

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades

I know, I know, that I'm getting older

I don't think they really like me

If I could stay just a little longer

They might be giving out new grades