Sweet Ida Lyrics

I lost the plot somewhere in Brooklyn

I'm running in circles, dear

I know it's hard to hear

But once the world stopped being small

My hands just lost the strength to hold it all

So take me driving like you once did

As soon as my hat flies off

You'll see what's underneath

The golden memories of this human race

Left marble tombstones standing in their place

Sweet Ida

I've been tied down into growing old

But these ropes won't hold

Because Ida

Knows inside of me there's still some child

Ready to run wild

As she sits by the banks of all my good days

And she ripples the water while the band plays

For her and I

My legs aren't working like they used to

But out on the floor I'm sure

I'm more or less the same

I never knew quite how the movement goes

I think some things are best left to the pros

But every now and then I hear the voice again

The one who believes I can't

Ignore it for too long

He tells me he's an angel of some kind

The rest I swear it must have slipped my mind

Sweet Ida

I've been tied down into growing old

But these ropes won't hold

Because Ida

Knows inside of me there's still some child

Ready to run wild

As she sits by the banks of all my good days

And she ripples the water while the band plays

For her and I

For her and I

For her and I

For her and I

For her and I

Sweet Ida

I've been growing old

But Ida

Knows inside of me there's still some child

Ready to run wild

She ripples the water while the band plays

For her and I

Sweet Ida

I've been tied down into growing old

But these ropes won't hold

Because Ida

Knows inside of me there's still some child

Ready to run wild

As she sits by the banks of all my good days

And she ripples the water while the band plays

For her and I