‘Cause I still think about the old days
In the city with my own fate Twenty-five don’t feel the same way
The streets keep changing names We all spent time there at your moms place
On the west side in the fall haze All of our stories went the same way
When we had time to waste And I think that I’m falling
I’m tripping and I’m crawling It feels like rather often
The years do come to pass And I keep getting older
My mind is getting colder The things that all once mattered
I know for sure won’t last