Well here I am on Pinehill Avenue
I didn't think I'd still be living here at this age
I didn't mean to pick a fight with you
I get so angry
Sometimes I am ashamed
Oh no, here we go
The afternoon show
The whole family's taking strain
Time ticking away
Hair going grey
Like water down the drain
So we agree:
We'll try and do things differently
Seen through the glass
It happens so fast
It's all a blur
I can't make it last
Bring it to life
But can't get it still
Or keep it in focus
Maybe you will
Still I don't know
Whether I should
Walk in the wind
Or carve in the wood
I know I should move
But still I can't prove
The movement is good
Well here I am on Pinehill Avenue
I've never had a better reason not to leave
Plans out the window but that's nothing new
Might be a sentence
It's also a reprieve
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Go and get it
Go and get it
Go and get it
Go and get it
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
(Talking)
Seen through the glass
It happens so fast
It's all a blur
I can't make it last
I bring it to life
But can't keep it still
Or keep it in focus
Maybe you will
All this life fading
All this time waiting