There's something so right in the way the world moves today.
Spitting out fog like some old fashioned train.
There's something so nice in the way we've been spending life.
A day at a time and drinking the night away.
I'll still be here when you're older.
I'll still be feeling the same.
I won't be tired or sober.
I'll still know just how you came.
There's something so right in the way the world breathes today.
Spitting out fog like you did on your morning break.
Something so fine in the way we've been spending life.
A day at a time, and I want you to know now babe.
I'll still be here when you're older.
I'll still be feeling the same.
I won't be tired or sober.
And I'll still know just how you came.
