Age looks good on you
It paints your face famous.
Your eyes are the trophies that serve as proof
That the years have been gracious.

Only at night is when we meet dressed in
Black covered by a mystery.
Tell me what to expect.
Watch me hang by a thread.
Leave me with something that I won’t soon forget.
Take me out let’s grab a bite we’ll put on a disguise
And hide out in the back.

This conversation is wearing thin.
A decade stands between us so I’m betting I’ll never win.
And it’s competition I’m not cut out for
So call me when I’m older.

Youth, it looks good on me
It paints my face naive
My hands shout truth when my eyes lie-
Torches of strength torches of pride.

We met for drinks at 12 and stood at
The jukebox until after 2 am.
“Exile on Main Street” was before my day.
Tease me for when I was born circa 1980.

This conversation is wearing thin.
A decade stands between us
So you’re betting you’ll never win.
And it’s competition you’re not cut out for
So maybe, you’ll call me when I’m older.

Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.

Table manners and curfew
I’ll stay home to clean my room
You’ll feel the pangs of middle age pellegrino
Running through your veins.

Say goodnight with morning open ended.
Next time you see me I’ll be different.
Say goodnight with morning open ended.
Next time you see me I’ll be different.
Say goodnight with morning open ended.
Next time you see me I’ll be different.
Say goodnight with morning open ended.
Next time you see me I’ll be different.

And it’s competition I’m not cut out for
So call me when I’m older.

Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.

Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.
Hey, hey say something now.