Rusted and ropy
Dog-eared old copy
Vintage and classic
Or just plain Jurassic
All words to describe meRelaxed in the knowledge
That happily present
Are all things to sustain me
Nurture and claim me
Roll back the mileageOh, you have settled beside me
To the far and the wide of me
A matter of choosing
Of finding and losing
On the rough ride with meTake whiskey with water
Kick stones down the gutter
Think back to long days with
Stale breath recycled in my faceRattling through airways
Plastic on cold trays
Watching through windows
Deep landscapes below
Another time and spaceThere must come some time
To walk through the night line
Hands tight, heads high
These are the dog-ear yearsDon't turn back, don't linger
For God's sake keep moving
Primitive shadows sidle besideRusted and ropy
Dog-eared old copy
Vintage and classic
Or just plain Jurassic
All words to describe meRelaxed in the knowledge
That happily present
Are all things to sustain me
Nurture and claim me
Roll back the mileageTake whiskey with water
Kick stones down the gutter
Think back to long days with
Stale breath recycled in my faceRattling through airways
Plastic on cold trays
Watching through windows
Deep landscapes below
Another time and spaceThe dog-ear years
The dog-ear years