Old Soul
The Satellite Station
3:13I swear the days felt longer then As we cataloged the places we have been Drift beneath the blinking lights You planned that Times New Roman life before me Truth be told my mind still drifts Away to places we have been Maybe someday I'll visit That corner of Connecticut We drove through You know me Casting stones through empty streets The sidewinder that slips against the breeze Did you ever write that book? Did find the life you thought you would overseas? Truth be told my mind still drifts Away to places we have been Maybe someday I'll visit That corner of Connecticut We drove through But you know me Oh, how time slips back and carries on Oh, I swear I'll be the one Who counts the days before they're gone Oh, then my eyes cast Back in marigold Oh, we'd waste away another day Where the colors turn to rose Oh, how time slips back and carries on Oh, I swear I'll be the one Who counts the days before they're gone Oh then my eyes cast Back in marigold Oh, we'd waste away another day Where the colors Turn to rose Oh, it feels like summers moving on Oh, it feels like summers moving on