In the morning I don't wake up
If I leave it's with my eyes shut
Honey I'm impatient as f*ck
Love to many no one enough
I will always be the age of the current year
Year
Year
Year
Something washed up on the seashore
Did we ever figure out what it was for
I let myself in the back door
I let myself out
I am letting it all go now
Now
Now
Now
Maybe someday I'll be wiser than I am now
When I die I hope you'll be there if you care
I will never be more to my motorcycle man than his winding roads
Winding Roads
Winding Roads
Winding Roads