Older

We can't just cut
Four blocks
Walk to that private beach with the dock
Where you would kick off your shoes, I'd keep watch for passing cars
And I never joined you despite the way
That river breeze still flicks 'cross my face
How I repelled all the things you embraced
Look where it got me

Hair over your shoulder
God, I got older
And I can see pretty far now
Without turning around
So what's the difference?
From your perspective
Between the last time we tried and all those same reasons you know we shouldn't now

Well you got some sun
I've been indoors
I feel each step on the hardwood floor
For all the times I wanted nothing more
I was unprepared
Well nobody tells you
That it's the last time
Until you look back 'n that time was the last
So you recant, reframe and rehash
Until it sits right

Over your shoulder
We both got older
And it's not so hard to see how

You're over the fence
Before I could think
I'm following you up the north side bank
I feel the reeds fold under my feet
As you turned around



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Writer(s): Gordon Phillips
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