It must have been a lifetime since I've seen you
Echoing your world cloaked in the past
You know a carton of milk, lasts almost a week
And the years are moving oh so very fast
You can never reason
My apologies, but I haven't got excuses left
Chorus:
The smile, the Fedora, avuncular charmer, oh so parched
To read between the lines, you come back to read mine
ooooooooo-kor
To head out in the world in your mid-forties
It takes a lot of guts to pull it of
Asymmetrick fringes, bordeline noveau, world weary, smileyfaces anyway