For your pleasure in our present state
Part false, part true like anything
We present ourselves
The words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel, hard and loose
There, all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremes
Youre rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so bright
Getting older
But youll wake up soon
And fight
In the morning
The things you worried about
Last night
Will seem lighter
I'll hope things will turn
Out right
Old man
Through every step, a change
You watch me walk away

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