Lesser Oceans Lyrics

She asked 'hows Seattle' in some motherly talk,
Its okay, its mostly grey,
I think I'm just leveling off.And sometimes I think I'm running around,
Like a dog with no song,
no song.
And Im following some flickering lamp,
In the fog, the fog.I know, I know, that I'm getting older.
I don't think they really like me.
If I could just stay a little longer,
They might be giving up new greys.Think back, to the time we drove
To Park Slope for a walk
It's okay, it's far away
I just think i'm measuring ours
And sometimes I think you're writing this down
for the songs, the songs, the songs
and it's something that you don't really feel
but it's ours, it's ours, it's ours