Stop, I know who you are,
I've seen you before
Do you know my son?
He's at war
Back when I was your age,
The sky was a stage
Now all the giant birds are circling
Because I'm a faulty bag of thoughts and mostly asleep
I'm a used car salesman,
It's 1980
I'm a cold walk up a river bed,
I'm in and out of my own head
I'm a young man in a skeleton and mostly asleep
Shut the window again,
The weather is grim
And the cold will ache my bones
Leave the radio on,
So I can believe
Your mother might appear to sing along
Because I'm a faulty bag of thoughts and mostly asleep
I'm a used car salesman,
It's 1980
I'm a cold walk up a river bed,
I'm in and out of my own head
I'm a young man in a skeleton and mostly asleep
The sickness of age cuts lines in my face
Just payment for time I've borrowed
The years all but fade,
Erasing the tape
And leaving a bed of sorrow

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