a breeze seeps in through my window sill the curtains flutter, i just lie still as faint sound of surf awakens me
i fade out of the softest dream of girls with eyes of starry gleams i don't want this day to come
cause it feels like i am getting old way too fast if you wonder why, please don't ask
to stay indoors tonight would suit me fine cause it feels like every smile every glass of wine would bring me further from denial i want nothing to remind me it's my birthday
the morning paper holds nothing new my coffee's black, and so's my mood but faint sound of surf keeps me awake
i don't intend to run out of steam, but i will cling to soft daydreams until this blue day is done
cause it feels like i am getting old way too fast if you wonder why, please don't ask
to stay indoors tonight would suit me fine cause it feels like every smile every glass of wine would bring me further from denial i want nothing to remind me it's my birthday
i count the candles on my cake and i burn them at both ends where do i go now, where do i hide can i rise from this decline?