Old Soul

Rain is falling on the pavement
Cars all whisper by
Mist enshrouds the city lights
Like a long, extended sigh
My mind matches the atmosphere
With the fact I'm getting old
Even if my age don't mean it
I feel it in my soul

You might think I'm dried up
'cause I don't have much to say
When you tell all your crazy stories
And I turn the other way

Over that
Packing into crowded places, I'm
Over that
People are just pretty faces, I'm
Over that
Real life's a fear worth running from, I'm
Over that
I'm over that

Lightnin' jolts me from reverie and lights the sky
The power of such simple things
Makes me wonder why
We chase the flash, the dash, the glitter
The imitation gold
Thoughts like these give confirmation
I am getting old

You might think I'm dried up
'Cause I don't have much to say
When you tell all your crazy stories
And I turn the other way

Over that
Making noise to get attention, I'm
Over that
Future plans left in suspension, I'm
Over that
Real life's a fear worth running from, I'm
Over that
I'm over that

Over that
Packing into crowded places, I'm
Over that
People are just pretty faces, I'm
Over that
Real life's a fear worth running from, I'm
Over that
I'm over that

Over that
Over that
Over that
Over that
Over that
Over that
Over that
Over that



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