Summer Wine

I've been asking questions 'bout the point of things

You know I'm quite obsessed with moving close to the brinks

I see us in the kitchen, I see us on the couch

Slowing down, trying out our summer wine

I'm not looking to the future nor the raging past

I'm mostly just watching the days pass

City's out for living now

I take my little ways around

The meeting points and louder crowds

Drive fast, I'm making lists again

Got out, worked out, called a friend

Oh, what a day to behold

I can't wait to do it all over

Drive fast, I'm 'bout to wither away

Got on some new drugs, but they just ache

Oh, it'd be lovely to hold you

Oh, my lady love

Oh, my lady love