now i'm grey and i'm starting to grow old and i'll sing quiet for a while paid attention to your needs and things behind the sun that never shines and i walk a thousand miles til my shoes been torn apart torn apart i've been waiting in my room in this room for someone to come up i've been drowning in my thoughts i've been drowning in the drinks i did too much now it's your turn i've been drumming with my fingers on the table in the kitchen and it did sound so good but when i walk out that door there's the world baby you know that people sometimes hurt imagination pulls hard to my chest and all the rest