conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Drowse with the following description: This song deals with the emotions the narrator is feeling about the idea of growing older. He is stuck between adolescence – when he didn’t have to worry about adulthood stress or responsibilities – and middle age – when he will be past his prime.
  By the end of the song, the narrator has spent so much time missing the good times of youth and worrying about the approaching difficulties of middle age that his dreams went unfulfilled. His life’s purpose is now to be ‘a boy next door’; he’s just an average person who makes average, everyday decisions while thinking about the legends he aspired to be like.
  In an interview with Saturday Scene from 1976, Roger stated about the track:
  I seem to have a bit of a rock n' roll tag, but I have my quiet moments as well. This is one of them, a slightly more relaxed thing than usual. It’s rather American, it turned out, but you’d never know until you finished. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  It's the sad-eyed goodbye
  Yesterday moments I remember
  It's the bleak street, weak-kneed
  Partings I recall
  [Pre-Chorus]
  It's the mistier mist, the hazier days
  The brighter sun and the easier lays
  [Chorus]
  There's all the more reason
  For laughing and crying
  When you're younger
  And life isn't too hard at all
  [Verse 2]
  It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays
  That bored you to rages of tears
  The unending pleadings to waste all your good times
  In thoughts of your middle-aged years
  [Pre-Chorus]
  It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told
  For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero [Chorus]
  And there's all the more reason
  For living or dying
  When you're young
  And your troubles are all very small
  [Bridge]
  Out here on the street, we'd gather and meet
  And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet
  And half of the time we'd broaden our minds more
  In the pool hall than we did in the school hall
  With the downtown chewing-gum bums
  Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
  [Verse 3]
  Never wanted to be the boy next door
  Always thought I'd be something more
  But it ain’t easy for a smalltown boy
  It ain’t easy at all
  [Outro]
  Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong
  It's easier from an armchair
  Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness
  Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess
  I think I'll be 
  Clint Eastwood
  Oh no, 
  Jimi Hendrix
  , he was good
  Let's try 
  William the Conqueror
  Now who else do I like?
  Brian May