Let it Pour Like the Old Days

Tell me I am more than a couple of pounds
Tell me I am more than these walls
Tell me I am more than a silent number
He says it's ok we don't need to go

I can stay
You can stay
We don't need to go to the party outside
Let's just hide underneath the trees
And fire up a smoke in the breeze
I told you we try too hard to flee from the same old days
Let me put it this way
I'm glad you are like a few years younger than me

You don't define yourself alone
Those tickets goes out to the friends
Lucky to find a man who embraces
And faces himself in the end

Wrote a few lines
Had a good talk
What a great year
Though a long way from home
Did a cold swim in the warm wind
Such a full life
Wearing tight skin and bones

When I'm free
When I'm free I will travel the world in your car
We will find the sights to be still
Face our trials left in the bin

I will make you see what should have been
And what you could have been with a push from the side now
Getting old in the woods
Living sharp with a house still looking burned down
At the point when you run out of projects to solve
I will lean with a smile by the door
Nights will be yawning tales of wild days turning 48 and 52

It's like the sky is still
Is it blue?
Is it red?
Will it rain?
Will it drain?
Let it pour like the old days
Let it pour like the old days
We will last forever
It will last forever
We will last forever
It will last forever