Golden Birthday Lyrics

My year twenty three

A strange old place to be

My golden birthday huddled inside February

Walking in my sleep

Screaming through my teeth

I wonder how it happened and how I would be

Statistically

My life's a quarter over

Maybe then

I'll wish I'd been more sober

But for now it's not the ending yet

So I'll carry on and hedge my bets

And hope I don't run out of time too soon

All those memories

Don't come back to me

Quite as easily as one might hope

I miss the forest for the trees

I sure like to be by trees

Get caught up in the details of this place we call home

Statistically

My life's a quarter over

Maybe then

I'll wish I'd been more sober

But for now it's not the ending yet

So I'll carry on and hedge my bets

And hope I don't run out of time too soon

I hope it's not the same

When I grow old and grey

I hope I'm doing well enough to remember these days