[Verse 1]
She asked, 'How's Seattle?'
In some motherly talk
"It's okay, it's mostly grey"
I think I'm just leveling 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
[Chorus]
I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could just stay a little longer
They might be giving up new greys
[Verse 2]
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 (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
[Chorus]
I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could just stay a little longer
They might be giving up new greys
[Bridge]
Bah, bah, bah, bah
I'm getting old
Bah, bah, bah, bah
I'm getting older
Bah, bah, bah, bah
It's getting cold
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Upon your shoulders
Bah, bah, bah, bah
[Chorus]
I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could just stay a little longer
They might be giving up new greys
[Chorus]
I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could just stay a little longer
They might be giving up new greys
[Chorus]
I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could just stay a little longer
They might be giving up new greys