Age Old Tale lyrics

“Set me up”, says the man with a tall order
And age old tale, undersigned
Post script- "I ran out of space"
And “I can still smile with the taste of zig-zag”

Whats a mile a minute to somebody walking backwards in daylight savings time?
Not very fast I guess
Go on, take my advice brother
Skip out on the bill, and p*ss on the rest

Sitting in my beater
Dead of winter, busted heater
And it always feels like quitting time
I wanna pull you from my mind
Hold you in my hands, and let you unwind

In a harvest of sepia, you came as ox blood
Wednesday was a ruby, and Thursday was a flood
And I’m beloved by the loved, who love to love
And I can still cut loose on a weekday night