You know what they say about getting older, It’s only a doorway away. You know what they say about getting colder, In the middle of the day.
You can live in the corner of my room, And I will live somewhere between the ceiling and the wall. And if I need anything at all I’ll call out to you, That’s what I’ll do.
Oh here we go again [x4]
I’ll sit out on the front sofa while your hands they talk to me All of this dragging around it’s not as fun as it used to be