She asked hows seattle in some motherly talk

It's okay it's mostly grey

I think I'm just levelling 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 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 up new greys

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

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 up new greys

I'm getting older

I'm getting older

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 up new greys

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 up new greys

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 up new greys