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