Fences - Lesser Oceans lyrics

She asked 'hows Seattle' in some motherly talk, Its okay, its mostly grey, I think I'm just leveling off. And sometimes I think I'm running around, Like a dog with no song, no song. And I'm following some flickering lamp, In the fog, the fog. I know, I know, that I'm getting older. I don't think they really like me. If I could stay just a little longer, They might be giving up new greys. Think back, to the time we drove To Park Slope for a walk It's okay, it's far away I just think I'm measuring ours And sometimes I think you're writing this down for the songs, the songs, the songs and it's something that you don't really feel but it's ours, it's ours, it's ours I know, I know, that I'm getting older. I don't think they really like me. If I could stay just a little longer, They might be giving up new greys. Pa-pa-pa-pa, I'm getting old, I'm getting older Pa-pa-pa-pa Pa-pa-pa-pa, it's getting cold upon your shoulders Pa-pa-pa-pa I know, I know, that I'm getting older. I don't think they really like me. If I could stay just a little longer, They might be giving up new greys...