This dust never settles quite where you want it to It falls on the photos and fades them to black and blue An old man in the corner is listening to echoing music from down the hall He slowly stands tall and walks past his memories hanging crooked on a wall
It's Saturday lights won't stand in his way It's Saturday nights won't come out to play And sometimes it's hard to realize you're on your way But this is what it feels like to be older than today
Light rays come inside and dance with the dust left in his eyes The wood floor beneath him, it bends with each step that he takes His faint but, but it's enough to bring him in Looks at greying photos Can't believe that it's really him
It's Saturday lights won't stand in his way It's Saturday nights won't come out to play And sometimes it's hard to realize you're on your way But this is what it feels like This is what it feels like to be older than today
It's Saturday lights won't stand in his way It's Saturday nights won't come out to play And sometimes it's hard to realize you're on your way But this is what it feels like to be older than todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
