Old Bones - Broadside

The wind is fucking up my hair

Been watching clouds go by for hours

Standing on the weathered dock

Thinking of the times and what they cost me

But was I ready

To turn my back and run

Into the setting sun?

I don’t wanna grow old

Sweet dreams

I’ve been sold

Opportunities passed me on my way back

Life’s moving too fast

Different cities through the glass

All my struggles are captured

In these photographs

Faces in a crowded room

In my silence, I’m consumed

They shake my hand and strike a pose

Posting memories so I’ll know

That I was once known

But when the moon is low

Why do I feel so damn alone?

No

I did what’s best for me

With some uncertainty

I climbed a mountain

To embrace the things I couldn’t see

Always been clear to me

Just who I wanna be

So far from chasin dreams

Cause greatness comes to

Those who never sleep

I don’t wanna grow old

Sweet dreams

I’ve been sold

Opportunities passed me on my way back home