Ricky

I've been feeling old lately and my foundations ache
Haven't seen us on the merry go round in days
Teacher's not the only one who taught me the things I know
I've seen the world on the picture screen in a video
People and strangers I've met on the street
Friends who held me up so that I could see
What will become with the decades we hold
It seems that we will never fit their mould

Ricky my friend we're getting cold
It's tricky this trend of growing old
Ricky we don't blend we don't fit their mould
A stick, sticky situation to be so bold
We're not trying to fit their mould
You are made of gold

I can see your chest is hurting I can see your sad
I feel weary of all the heart break on the years we've had
Keep falling back to the days when we were young
The last time I was that happy has been too long

Prehistoric past root memories in my eyes
Burned like etchings on the surface of my mind
Story time milk box and the bruises that you raised
Tried to run away and failed, so we played

Ricky my friend we're getting cold
It's tricky this trend of growing old
Ricky we don't blend we don't fit their mould
A stick, sticky situation to be so bold
We're not trying to fit their mould
You are made of gold

Tell me again, we'll spin at top speed
Blind to our future, hatred and greed
I've played this moment over and over in my head
Wishing I could take a picture before it all ends

Now we live far away from the school yard schemes
We don't talk anymore about our hopes and dreams
A photograph of us you saved for years
I tag the future and fuel for my tears

They removed those relics a long time ago
The danger out weighted the joy that we showed
Now I'm reading this text in an old photo reel
The letters look like scratches to the pain we feel

Ricky my friend we're growing cold
It's tricky this trend of growing old
Ricky we don't blend we don't fit their mould
A stick, sticky situation to be so bold
We're not trying to fit their mould
You are made of gold
You are made of gold
You are made of gold