Age 39, looking over from my hotel window
Blue dots and red dots skating away in the park
I used to be there twenty years ago
Huffing over a mug hot chocolate drink
Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind
Wondering if one should jump off or go to sleep
People tell you up is better than down
But they never tell you which is up and which is down
Age 39, looking over from my hotel wind
95 pound bundle but its trouble when theres nowhere to leave
People say stardust and golddust are it
But they never tell you it chokes you just as sawdust do
Age 39, feeling pretty suicidal
The weight gets heavier when youve bled thirty years
Show me your blood, john, and ill show you mine
They say its running even when youre asleep
No trace of resentment, no trace of regrets
One bloods thinner but both look red and fresh
If i ever die, please go to my daughter
And tell her that she used to haunt me in my dreams
Age 39, looking over from my hotel window
Trying to tackle away with heart of clay
The weight gets lighter when theres nowhere to turn
Gods little dandruff floating in the air
Age 39, looking over the world
Age 39, floating over the world
Age 39,...mm-mm...floating along