Another Child Grown Old
We do not go in circles around sun
Music rains down from satellites
The soundtrack of our lives
Too much heat in the climate system
The right amount of music playing
We must be something different
I can not go fifty-five
Not sure which age I would pick if I could
Have never been one thing
The sun drags us along
Our frame pulled and twisted down the road
There is nothing simple to do
Forever never here again
There is something simple to be
Music rains down from satellites
The soundtrack of our lives
Too much heat in the climate system
The right amount of music playing
We must be something different
I can not go fifty-five
Not sure which age I would pick if I could
Have never been one thing
The sun drags us along
Our frame pulled and twisted down the road
There is nothing simple to do
Forever never here again
There is something simple to be
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