Feeling like a million years
Rolling up have passed me by
I used to be green and careless
Now I’m seldom taken by surprise
Hey there, mama, you see me now?
Well, look how your boy’s grown up I used to be afraid of falling
Now I couldn’t give a fuck
But this is no funeral horn
What this is is a return to form
Everyone’s accelerating
At a speed and I can’t keep up All of these things they’re selling
I’ve no idea or need for a single one
Hey there, mama, you see me now?
Well, look how your boy’s grown up I used to be afraid of falling
Now I couldn’t give a fuck
But this is no funeral horn
What this is is a return to form
Hey there, mama, you see me now?
Well, look how your boy’s grown up I used to be afraid of falling
Now I couldn’t give a fuck
But this is no funeral horn
What this is is a return to form