Old Rock Songtext
von Natalie Duncan
Old Rock Songtext
There′s a great transparence in this city
When it's slightly misty
And no one can run
′Cause they spent all of their money
On alcohol and junk
Like you did
Little man sat in the corner
Waiting for an epiphany of some sort
As you spit and babble it all away to Jesus
Or some other spirit
Floating in your smoke
You know you're gonna die pretty soon now
But you keep on smiling
At your thoughts
And your leftover loose pennies
You can just about clutch in those
Dirty, curled up claws
Still carefully counted
They only amounted to three, four sips of ale
Before I saw water well up in your eyes
You told the same story to me
And I think you may be the reason for me
To recreate my soul
Say goodbye each time you leave
Old rock
They call me crazy too
But you got fifty years on me
And I don't know what it is to become more than
To be sitting right there by
That empty glass you have left me
It was all so much better back in your day
It was all so romantic back when you lived
In the beds that you grew marijuana
And took pride in your record player
I sit dreaming of you as a young man
Before the smoke and liquor turned you grey
Before you all looked exactly the same to me
I see myself looking through a dusty mirror at me
After my babies, after my husbands
After I lose my loved ones
When I grow into a different person
Yes, I′m gonna write every single one of your words
I′ll write every single one of your words
I'll write every single one of your words
I′ll write, I'll write
Oh, and I
And I think there may be a reason for me
To recreate my soul
Say goodbye each time you leave
And, old rock
They call me crazy too
But you got fifty years on me
And I don′t know what it is to become more than
To be sitting right there by
That empty glass you have left me
Old rock
They call me crazy too
But you got fifty years on me
I don't know what it is to become more than
To be sitting right there by
That empty glass you have left me
When it's slightly misty
And no one can run
′Cause they spent all of their money
On alcohol and junk
Like you did
Little man sat in the corner
Waiting for an epiphany of some sort
As you spit and babble it all away to Jesus
Or some other spirit
Floating in your smoke
You know you're gonna die pretty soon now
But you keep on smiling
At your thoughts
And your leftover loose pennies
You can just about clutch in those
Dirty, curled up claws
Still carefully counted
They only amounted to three, four sips of ale
Before I saw water well up in your eyes
You told the same story to me
And I think you may be the reason for me
To recreate my soul
Say goodbye each time you leave
Old rock
They call me crazy too
But you got fifty years on me
And I don't know what it is to become more than
To be sitting right there by
That empty glass you have left me
It was all so much better back in your day
It was all so romantic back when you lived
In the beds that you grew marijuana
And took pride in your record player
I sit dreaming of you as a young man
Before the smoke and liquor turned you grey
Before you all looked exactly the same to me
I see myself looking through a dusty mirror at me
After my babies, after my husbands
After I lose my loved ones
When I grow into a different person
Yes, I′m gonna write every single one of your words
I′ll write every single one of your words
I'll write every single one of your words
I′ll write, I'll write
Oh, and I
And I think there may be a reason for me
To recreate my soul
Say goodbye each time you leave
And, old rock
They call me crazy too
But you got fifty years on me
And I don′t know what it is to become more than
To be sitting right there by
That empty glass you have left me
Old rock
They call me crazy too
But you got fifty years on me
I don't know what it is to become more than
To be sitting right there by
That empty glass you have left me
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