were we friends? were we lovers?
does it matter - one or the other?
but faces fade, the trail grows cold
did something happen - or was it a phase?
did someone tell me - or was it a phrase?
did i believe stories i told?
i must be getting old
CHORUS
nights i believe i'll live forever
i'll pull the ragged sky over my head
and dream weather
day to day
dollar to dollar
the well runs dry -
a tree grows taller
a home is bought
a house is sold
i must be getting old
CHORUS
big as the sky
endless as ocean
saved from despair by believing in motion
the jagged edge seems to unfold
i guess i'm getting old
CHOR