Head on my shoulder
You keep getting older
I try my best to see
The yellow side of all that I turn
Green
Will you hold my sweatshirt?
My shoelace is dragging in the brush
I've got my luck
A book of knots to keep them tied
In the nick of time
It might be raining outside
If the clouds stay tired
I might be wasting my time
It's burning off again
And I'd carry it all my friend
Octobers hanging over head
You break it off and then
You break it off again
I'm running out of parts to bend
Head on my shoulder
You keep getting older
It's piling up
But I'm in love with it all
"I didn't like the G at the end there, but eh, it's fine"