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
Enjoy the lyrics !!!