Lyrics

One, two, one, two One, two, three, four I'm not known for my strong jaw or my nice skin I've had a feeling lately, heavy premonition My stories will be better than my body in 50, 60, 80 years 50, 60, 80 years 50, 60, 80 years What am I doing here? (?) and I let go, it's gone too far Been spending too much time at the local bar Let it tame you, tape your vision too many times These eyes, these lines hold the stories in 50, 60, 80 years 50, 60, 80 years 50, 60, 80 years What are we making here?