It"s the first cold day of autumn
Tarnished windows in my car
While everyone is marking time
Feels like were getting very far
And our imagination
Is carried by a song
No strings attached or thoughts concealed
We are old and we are young.
Some think of you in terms
Of beauty so you say
While they silently admire
I behold the break of day.
And read papers at the counter
Transforming thoughts I try
Fifteen and thirty-seven
Keep in mind I"m rather shy.
And here they come the Freshmen
Full of hopes and shallow dreams
Scattered on the pavements
Lie the old and dusky schemes
Of songs like snow forgotten
Dazzling and tremendous lies
Blurts about my virtues
And blurts about your vice
I might not know what grass is
Nor dare I to explain
The mystery of living
Through the eyes of any saint.
At times it feels like speaking
Is my visions" golden twin
When all I"ll do is listen
To the sounds of soul and sin.
Tarnished windows in my car
While everyone is marking time
Feels like were getting very far
And our imagination
Is carried by a song
No strings attached or thoughts concealed
We are old and we are young.
Some think of you in terms
Of beauty so you say
While they silently admire
I behold the break of day.
And read papers at the counter
Transforming thoughts I try
Fifteen and thirty-seven
Keep in mind I"m rather shy.
And here they come the Freshmen
Full of hopes and shallow dreams
Scattered on the pavements
Lie the old and dusky schemes
Of songs like snow forgotten
Dazzling and tremendous lies
Blurts about my virtues
And blurts about your vice
I might not know what grass is
Nor dare I to explain
The mystery of living
Through the eyes of any saint.
At times it feels like speaking
Is my visions" golden twin
When all I"ll do is listen
To the sounds of soul and sin.