There's not much of a future in getting old,
When you hide the highs and just live the lows,
At least that's they say at least it's what I'm told,
I'm gonna take your black heart and paint it gold.
Let's start with the end and work back to beginnings,
One day is a long way away when you're spinning,
The minute hand past the hour hand til you land,
Some place far away that you never could have planned,
It's an easy way out of a hard way in,
Forgive and forget and forget who's forgiven,
On the other hand you can't really stand for a plan,
That takes you far away
From the place you wanna stand.
Makin' up for lost time, where'd you put it,
Wakin' up at the scene of the crime,
I knew I shoulda, I knew you woulda,
If we both knew we coulda, if the situation let me,
But don't forget me,
There's not much of a future
In letting yourself get old,
When you hide the highs,
And just live the lows, you'll end up letting
That little heart of yours turn black,
Don't end up wondering how do I turn those pages back,
Don't spin too far away.