Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street
Im feeling tired but my legs I feel a diffrent beat.
And in my mind and in body and my soul
I know the path is the same its just that I am getting old
Down to the river who's role is to flow the same
I asked the river if i'll ever find my way again
And from the depths I hear her chin I hear her say
Your path is long and you will never find the way, HEY
And now we're bivy and with grass stains on my jeans
I saw pink front of a tree as all as it could be
I asked the tree if i would ever ever know
When it is my time to go
But you would know I was here
I was swimming in the bay
But you would know I was here
I was singing everyday
Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street
Im feeling tired but my legs I feel a diffrent beat.
And in my mind and in body and my soul
I know the path is the same its just that I am getting old
And to the sky there's all but the broken strings
Fill all the ribbons in a closet with my favourite things
I asked the sky if I will ever get to see
And the carnations that call beyond the scenes
Not you will know I was here
I was swinging in the bay
Not you will know I was here
I was singing everyday
I was singing everyday
Im feeling tired but my legs I feel a diffrent beat.
And in my mind and in body and my soul
I know the path is the same its just that I am getting old
Down to the river who's role is to flow the same
I asked the river if i'll ever find my way again
And from the depths I hear her chin I hear her say
Your path is long and you will never find the way, HEY
And now we're bivy and with grass stains on my jeans
I saw pink front of a tree as all as it could be
I asked the tree if i would ever ever know
When it is my time to go
But you would know I was here
I was swimming in the bay
But you would know I was here
I was singing everyday
Hands in my pockets as I walk across the street
Im feeling tired but my legs I feel a diffrent beat.
And in my mind and in body and my soul
I know the path is the same its just that I am getting old
And to the sky there's all but the broken strings
Fill all the ribbons in a closet with my favourite things
I asked the sky if I will ever get to see
And the carnations that call beyond the scenes
Not you will know I was here
I was swinging in the bay
Not you will know I was here
I was singing everyday
I was singing everyday