How bout being young, How bout being old, How bout wanting something warm just to hold you when you're cold how bout take me in your arms tonight and feel the ways I fold
Choosing teams to play the game but as fate would have it they forgot my name So now I'm barefoot on the blacktop but it smells like it might rain tell me friend have you ever felt this way?
Upon the hour, the clock will chime, you can hear her laughing all the time But it ain't really funny She can't help the things she knows she's tired of telling all the same old jokes
I made a wish, and it's just for you I went outside and I found you the moon But you dropped it in your pocket you foolish little boy don't you know it wasn't like those other coins?
How bout being young, How bout being old, How bout wanting something warm just to hold you when you're cold How bout calling someone's name and hearing nothing in return how bout reaching for the iron just to feel it burn How bout forgetting all the things you learn despite what you've been told how bout take me in your arms tonight and feel the ways I fold
How bout this, I've got the blues, got this feeling in my bones I can't refuse There's lots of wanting in this world that someone's gotta do tonight I guess I like the looks of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
