Coming Back to Me

I used to wake to the morning and feel Like the world was created for me I used to wait for the morning so eagerly Sometimes, I just couldn't sleep It might have started the first time I got really sick, and my mum wasn't there Three years of college and I had forgotten How I used to find living rare But it's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me Last week, I wondered if dying would feel Like the stories the Catholic Church told But I used to talk to my mother about How I just couldn't wait to get old And it's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me (Hey, grandpa, are you fishing?) (I'm fishing) (Are you fly-fishing?) (I'm fly-fishing) (Do you think you're gonna catch a lot of fish with that fly?) (Uh, sometimes, yes, sometimes, no) (It's a cool, rod) (Very cool) (Okay, bye) (Bye) I used to wake to the morning And feel like the world was created for me (Uh, sometime, yes, or sometime, no) (It's in the fly)