Wake up you're getting old I've been dreaming about mountains And you've been dreaming about gold And if I ever make it home To find my key won't open the door I've been thinking about selling off every shirt I own Just to stand out here naked in the cold Just trying to make it out on my own
Well oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me
A pretty girl said to me, "You've got to take all the little pieces Put them in one big box And just throw away the key No don't you ever show it to me" I've made that mistake before And came home to find my life just spilled out on the floor She said she was trying to make some room for more
Well oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to me