It's funny how as we grow old
We cling to the past as we cling to the air
And feel nostalgia for things
That were maybe never there
The town where innocence
Was bullied and flared
The house where desire's
First fluids bled
But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
I wanna live, I wanna live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
There's a girl I used to know
Who I think still lives 'round here
Up there, on top of that council tower
I was once her man at the midnight hour
When I was as lusty as a dog
Come moonshine or fog
When our tongues would entwine
Long and slow, when we thought
We'd never let each other go, oh, no?
But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
I wanna live, I wanna live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
Yet it's funny how as we grow old
We curse and point our finger at those, those, those, those
Who made us scared and made us old
Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls
Who have made us scared and made us old
It was those, God, it was those
Who made us scared and made us old
The autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
I wanna live, I wanna live, I wanna live, I wanna live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
I wanna live, I wanna live, I wanna live, I wanna live
I wanna live, I wanna live, I wanna live, I wanna live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think

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