The ear may get too busy We all need our sleep Listened to contemporaries Singing the same dream Had a conversation off face Played down how I feel Let myself be hypnotized With old memories I've had a few Moving too fast Further from you I've had a few Moving too fast Further from you Still have legs to run upstairs And jump down in the morning But I feel it in my bones Always itching for me Weathered and bruised Like the train tracks Laid out and ruled Derailed Grow older I'll never do All the things that I wanted to I'll just sit back and tell my friends And pretend I'm younger than you Younger than you Younger than you Younger than you