This Old World

It's too hot to sleep at night
Don't seem to dream anymore
I'm worried about what this old world's got in store
Aren't you worried about what this old worlds got in store?
No time for singing songs
No time to shake to the two and four
I've got voices in my head that I can't ignore
They're telling me to worry about what this old world's got in store
And I'm afraid of my TV
I don't turn on my radio
I ain't been outside in a month or so
Can you feel the temperature rising?
Or am I going crazy from the heat?
I'm watching through my window
For strangers on my street
Well I'm watching out for strangers on my street
I clap in time with calamity
I let go of what I used to be
Stone faced and hardened to the core
I'm worried about what this old world's got in store
Aren't you worried about what this old worlds got in store?



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher John Rattie
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