Said an aging man of gray
You recognize the sadness
So you can sing with birds again
Chase a dream with both your hands
Stuck to the wheel like glue
Hold your head up high despite the lies
Fading friends told you
Is this what the blues is In a strange town on your own
Watching as your hardened hands
Look softer than of those
Other fools around you
Who’ve been doing this twice as long
And go to work each morning
And sing those happy songs
The dying car that you drove so far
In your brand new boots
Took you to a place thats true but far from the ones you love
Now that its been over a year
Does your heart feel relieved
To know that love has limits and rules
And that flesh is not to be believed